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…)


3 comments to Triception

  • Steve

    I imagine you have had these types of dreams before, pre-performance stress dreams. Very important. Means your brain is crossing its t’s and coding its i’s. I’m a performer and they’re a nightmare go through but you will be better afterward. Embrace the dream.

  • Nathan the FFK
    Twitter: nathan_albert

    A) Kudos for the Hot Rod reference
    B) You’re awesome
    C) Just swim faster than the guy next to you so the gators will get them instead.
    D) YOU GOT THIS!!!!

  • Erin (Running Tall)
    Twitter: running_tall

    Oh my god I can’t wait for you to crush this! This post just got ME super pumped and I’m not even doing the damn race. PS: Hot Rod reference was the best thing ever.

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