Last night, the weird race day dreams began. I blame the salt tabs I have been loading up on for the past 24 hours. (Thanks, Mere. I think...) There were no dreams of me crossing the finish line. I am still disappointed / amazed that my dream was off by 2 minutes. These were dreams involving panic. I guess that is an indication of where my mind is and my feeling of lack of preparation
(real or not).
Dream one involved the swim. It wasn't a race but felt more like a practice or something similar to the 5k swim I did last weekend. I got out of the lake and was met by two people who were shaking their heads. They told me I wasn't good enough to go on and suggested I take more lessons. In the dream I was wailing I was crying so hard. There may have also been a snort or two. CR woke me up because I was thrashing about. The weird part about that dream - my face was wet with tears when I woke up. Crazy.
Dream two that same night was at a Disney race. There were about 8 million people in the race (give or take a few). Somehow my bib number wasn't right or I had forgotten it. There was an issue that I can't remember now which required me to go to the officials to straighten it out. By the time I got it resolved I was moved to wave number 27 (I had been in wave number 2). I was panicked and trying to weasel my way to an earlier wave but couldn't make it past the people who were the gatekeepers for the wave. I wasn't trying to move because I cared about being in wave 27 but because my clothing choice that day involved wearing a black, long sleeved shirt and the temps were rising and I knew I couldn't run a marathon in those temperatures. I am surprised I didn't wake up sweating from the heat at Disney World. LOL.
Whew. My sleep is wearing me out! Is it race day yet???