I've Dreamt All The Bad Things

So, I had the most ridiculous dream last night. Probably all pre-race jitters, but I'm sure that it's better to get them all out before the race! In my dream, I did the swim with no trouble at all. I got to the mini T1 and changed and ran to the real T1. I was really happy because I was done with the swim and T1 in 44 minutes, which I thought was a great time (and I'd absolutely be happy with that in real life).

However, when I got to T1, my bike wasn't there. I realized that I had left it at the hotel. That only left me one option - to go back and get it. I ran to the hotel (about 3 miles from transition) and when I got to the hotel, I realized that I didn't have a key with me that actually worked (this is actually true - somehow my key card demagnetized yesterday). However, I lucked out because my mom was there (totally weird) and she had an extra room key to give to me.

When I walked into the room, Drew was still there and was naked with another girl. I just looked at him and said, "I don't have time for this right now" and left. I have to tell you that in my dream, I was actually pretty mad that he wasn't there watching the race! Before I left, he told me that she was there because she wanted to close the blinds because it was so sunny in our room (also true).

I make my way back to the transition area with my bike and when I get there, I realize that I'm still carrying the hotel room key and so I need to give it back to my mom. I set my bike down so that I can return the hotel key. When I get back, I realize that someone has stolen the handlebars off my bike! I am frantic at this point. I try to think about whether or not I can do the race without handlebars. I try to think about the fact that I could just take the chain off if I need to change gears, but then I realize that I can't brake properly without the handlebars.

At this point, it's 1:30:00 into the race and there is a three hour window for the swim and the bike portion of the race. I go talk to the race director to see if anyone has seen my handlebars anywhere. While I'm talking to the race director, I realize that my entire middle school class is there watching the race and they're all wearing yellow M&M t-shirts.

After a few minutes, someone finds my handlebars in the middle of the road. The race director tells me that at this point he can't let me go out on the bike course. I am infuriated at this! He tells me that there is no way that I am a fast enough biker to finish the course in the three hour window, since so much time has already passed. I ask him how he knows how fast I am and he sort of stammers an answer.

I decide that I should just get on my bike and go. Of course, that was the end of the dream, so I don't know how it ends. I figure that tomorrow can't be much worse than the dream -- at the very least, I plan on having my bike there with me!