Triathlon Dreams Have Begun

Apparently, tri season is almost here because I have started dreaming about races. Last night I had my first triathlon dream. It was somewhat amusing so I thought I would share. It was the first race of the season and I was standing at the water's edge dreading going into the cold. I was thinking of all of Chris' advice and how I needed to get in and warm up, but I didn't want to. I wasn't wearing my wetsuit, who knows why not. All of these thoughts were rolling through my head about how the race was going to go and if it would be a good experience or what.

Anyways, the race started and into the water I went. The funny thing was that the water wasn't cold. It was very pleasant, so I started swimming and feeling good. I got out to the turnaround point and all of these people were just standing in the water. I couldn't believe they could stand up, so I stopped and asked them why they stopped. One woman said she was resting for 2 minutes. I looked at them like they were crazy and just kept swimming. I made the turn and headed back to the exit.

I was the first one out of the water! I couldn't believe it! I kept wondering how in the world I was so fast, but then I remembered that a bunch of people were just standing around the turnaround instead of swimming, so I ran up to the transition area and realized that I had NO idea where my bike was. I didn't remember setting up my transition area. I searched around until I found Oscar and then realized that my backpack was packed and I didn't know where anything was. Yikes!

So, I started tearing everything out of the pack looking for my bike shoes. They were nowhere to be found. I couldn't believe I forgot them. I seriously looked through the backpack over and over again trying to find them. There were three pair across from my bike, but none of them were mine. What the heck?! Why don't I have shoes?

Then, I started looking for my running shoes and helmet and stuff and I didn't have any of my tri stuff. I'm sitting next to my bike, with a tri backpack filled with nothing but useless junk. There is nothing in there that I can use to do my race. I didn't know what to do. I just kept rummaging (my tri bag is big) and searching through this bag and was getting really frustrated. I looked up and realized that I had been sitting in transition for over 30 minutes and there were no other bikes around.

At this point, I decided to just call it a day. There was no way I was riding my bike or running with no shoes. I started shoving everything back into my backpack and grabbed Oscar and marched off to my car. I couldn't believe that I was the first person out of the water (like that would ever happen) and then couldn't finish the race because I didn't prepare my transition area or even bring the right stuff with me to the race.

Then, I woke up... So, yes, apparently racing season is coming soon. I'll be on the lookout for more crazy dreams about my races.