Pre-Race Dreams

Last night, I was sitting on the couch, watching the Olympics and thinking about my race tomorrow. I'm doing the Railsplitter Triathlon (http://abrahamlincolntriathlonseries.com/default.asp?id=6&mnu=6) in the morning and was just doing my race preparation stuff. I was thinking about time goals and what I needed to pack and that sort of thing. Apparently, I was still processing this stuff when I went to bed last night, because I had a very interesting dream. The dream hasn't stressed me out or anything and actually made me laugh, so I thought I would share it, so here it is...

In this race (the dream race), we had to ride in a boat out to an island in the middle of the lake and then swim back to the transition area. No worries for me since I have no problem swimming back towards land. So, I start swimming and am feeling good. All of the sudden, I swim into a wall of breaststroking women...like 8-10 women across. I thought, "Really" and decided to swim around them, so I went right. Well, that didn't work, so I decided to swim left, which also didn't work. I was really getting frustrated because I felt like I'd been stuck behind these women for a really long time and I wanted to be done with the swim. Apparently, the competitor in me came out roaring because I decided that I was going to swim right through them and I didn't care who got hit, kicked, head butted or whatever. So, I made my move and then my hand touched the sand and the swim was over.

I was so frustrated because I got stuck behind this wall of women that I rushed into transition and got to my spot, only to discover that I was wearing a t-shirt. I thought, "What?!?" and took it off. Except that I had another t-shirt on underneath it. I was completely puzzled. I took it off, but there was another t-shirt and another. I had no idea how in the world I ended up wearing 4 t-shirts under my wetsuit, since I would never do that. Anyways, by the time I got all of the extra shirts off, I looked down to start getting ready for the bike. Should I mention I was fuming? When I looked down, my pile of stuff and bike were gone. I started frantically running around trying to find my stuff. It was nowhere. Finally a woman stopped me and said, "I threw your stuff over by the lake because I needed more room to cook." What?!? More room to cook? What! I rushed over to where she had thrown the stuff and discovered my bike was in the lake. That's when I woke up...

I'm not really into the whole meaningful dream thing because I have some pretty bizarre dreams. I believe that dreams are my way of processing the plethora of information that I take in each day. For whatever reason, I had a lot of frustration regarding this race, so it will be interesting to see how it pans out. I'll be sure to post my race report on Monday, so hopefully this dream won't come true.