Last night, I had my first Triathlon nightmare.
With Vineman only a couple of weeks away, I had a very vivid nightmare about getting lost during the swim.
The nightmare started innocently enough, with me dreaming about swimming in the pack.
Then my wetsuit starts to fall apart and disintegrate. Apparently, my dream had me use my old wetsuit that I bought when I was 212 pounds. And that old suit apparently started to fall apart.
So now I am swimming with this floppy suit that is creating nothing but drag, and I am thinking I need to get this off. But somehow I manage to pull forward and cover time very well.
And then, disaster. Apparently something happens that causes the race to stop. Meaning I lose all the time I put into the race and have to sit in the cold water freezing.
Then we get out of the of the water, and I am running towards the transition and manage to make a wrong turn. And in that wrong turn, can’t find the transition area … I am running with this floppy suit all over my body, and I can’t find my bike. And then I see all of these runners, and I realize that I took so much time to get from the swim to the bike that the runners started…
And then I wake up screaming: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
I MEAN SERIOUSLY! SERIOUSLY! I AM STRESSED ABOUT GETTING LOST DURING THE TRANSITION! WASN’T EXPECTING THAT NIGHTMARE!!!!!
I really need this race to be over.