"The Troubles I Dream Up!"

This morning while driving the kids to school our impending Ironman/vacation trip came up in the conversation.  Colby gave me some advice on what to do if I see a stranded cyclist beside the road.  "Keep on riding", he said.  For some reason it triggered an awful emotional flashback.  I re-lived the moment in my mind, and some 11 hours later I can still feel the emotion of it.

Deep down inside I'm pretty sure that I have still not recovered from that day in August, and as much as that may seem a bit pathetic, it is what it is.  I have tried not to dwell on it, and I believe I will finally exorcise those demons in August this year.  In the mean time I will try to keep it all in perspective.

Which I can do fairly well when I'm awake, but until I can master lucid dreaming I am still at the mercy of the sleep monsters.  Night before last was another beauty.

I had travelled with some others to a marathon somewhere, only to find when we got there that we had a half hour walk from the parking area to the start line.  Oh well. what could we do but start walking. I don't remember the walk very well with the exception of the fact that it was quite complicated.  Never the less, we arrived in plenty of time for the race start.

But whoops.  I had no shoes!  No running shoes, no walking shoes, no hiking shoes....no freakin shoes of any kind!  I still remember looking down at my feet to discover nothing but the regular every day white socks that I buy from Costco.  The fact that I didn't notice this minor absence throughout the entire walk is no more mad than the fact that I briefly considered running the marathon in my Costco socks.

I think I must have realized how much that was gonna hurt because I quickly rejected the idea and decided to hightail it back to my car.  And this time I remembered the trip very well because it was an absolute tortuous obstacle course which somehow included invading numerous peoples kitchens, as well as a jumble of market vendors stalls.  A totally bizarre journey, intend solely to frustrate me.

But somehow I made it to may car only to discover some strangers hanging around.  I got my shoes out of the car, and then while one of the people distorted me, another person stole my laptop.  Or so I thought.  Turns out it was just hidden under some papers and I had to apologize for my mistake.  I'm not sure what the laptop nonsense was all about because it seemed totally unrelated.

Regardless I somehow made it back to the race in time and completed the entire marathon.

The weird part is that I didn't dream my way through the marathon at all, but I know I ran it, as the next thing I remember is telling big sister Cory that I didn't remember any of it.  Very strange.

What it all means, if anything, I don't know.  I do know that I'm getting ready for my upcoming race weekend so perhaps that's been a trigger.  Saturday will be my first post crash triathlon, and Sunday will be a half Ironman. I'm actually really looking forward to both races, especially the half, so if I have any fears they are all subconscious.  Crazy really, that a half Ironman distance isn't even worth getting nervous about.

And if I had any nerves at all they would have been put to bed today, as I spent a good part of the afternoon cleaning my bike.  I always find that a relaxing undertaking.  It wasn't too filthy, but I did find a bad tire and a loose bolt, both of which have been dealt with.

And that's it for today.  I did spend a little over an hour sitting on the trainer, but nothing serious.  I find it interesting how taking it easy seems to make me tired.  Tomorrow I will go for a very short walk/jog with a beginner running friend who I'm coaching through his beginnings, and then I'll be off to Welland with my RV.  Woohoo!!

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"I've heard there are troubles of more than one kind;
some come from ahead, and some come from behind.
But I've brought a big bat. I'm all ready, you see;
now my troubles are going to have troubles with me!"---Dr Seuss

Love
Peter