You guys remember when I used to be funny?
Oh. Well never mind then.
This was going to start out as a funny post about me writing a blog post about a dream I had about me writing a blog post about a dream. But then I realized that was a stupid idea. Therefore this is just going to be a blog post about a dream I had last night.
Well a nightmare really.
I am so nervous about this race coming up. I am a week from the biggest physical challenge of my life, and if you have been following my blog for any length of time you will know that I am pretty much an emotional roller-coaster of nerves and self-doubt combined with an over inflated online ego…
So last night I had this super anxiety driven nightmare that seemed to last the entire night. I was at the start of the race, right down by the lake’s edge. It was about 10 minutes before start time and I realized that I didn’t have my race pack. No bib, no swim cap, no bike number, no nothing. Then I realized that I had not set my transition area and I didn’t even have my bike. I ran (impossible considering you have to take a shuttle) to the expo area and was looking for the registration table. There was this weird redneck carnival going on and I couldn’t find the table. I was running around all of the carnie games and was feeling completely panicked because I had no idea where I was.
Now that is the really short version of the dream. Like I said, it was a full length all night dream. I woke up feeling like I had not been asleep at all but feeling every bit of the anxiety that I was having in the dream.
I am positive that this dream is a reflection of the inner anxiety I am having about the race. I can’t help it. It is just there.
What I CAN help is how I let it affect me. I am coming into the home stretch. I am in the best shape of my life. I can swim like the soul of a bottle-nosed dolphin, bike like the soul of an eagle and run like the soul of a house cat (thank you Hot Rod) and I can do them all back to back to back. I have my nutrition plan in line. I know the course. I am a beast face fat assassin and I own this race.
And as long as I am not the first swimmer or the last, the alligators won’t get me. So what do I have to be afraid of?
(Yes, that is actually the lake I will be swimming in…)