2. I had my first triathlon-related nightmare last night. I dreamed that I was swimming in a lane with five Ironmen, all of who were swimming over and around me. Then, I couldn't find my bike in transition, because the transition area was an open field with bikes strewn all over the place. When I found my bike, I had no helmet, and Tim had already driven to the finish line, so I couldn't finish. All the while, MacKenna was waiting for me for the run, because she said earlier this week that would run part of it with me. My subconscious wants me to remember my helmet.
|Don't forget me!|
3. I'm trying to decide if I did something stupid or prudent last night. I was on a bike ride on a busy street when a girl in a sedan opened her window and screamed at me. It scared the hell out of me, and since the car stopped at a red light, I stopped as well and said, "Are you trying to kill me? This is how cyclists get hit. You scare the living bejeezus out of me, then I swerve into traffic and get hit." The girl said she was sorry, but interestingly enough, it wasn't a friend driving the car, but her mom. I'm surprised the mom let her yell at me, and then let me reprimand her kid while she was sitting there. I might be in the wrong here.