It’s All About the Ride

Have you ever had a dream were you wake up and think, “Thank god that’s not real!” And then you realize that it is?

I dreamt last night that I was in a triathlon and kept stopping for hot fudge sundaes and beer during the race.  I’d swim and eat.  Then I’d forgot where the trail was.  I’d find my way.  Then I’d stop for more hot fudge sundaes and beer.

When I woke, I realized that I am indeed going to be in a triathlon and I am suddenly panic stricken.  In reality, I’m just doing the bike.  That’s it!  But, now I have other people relying on my dysfunction to complete this race.  I can imagine them pacing back and forth, looking at their watches, waiting for my leg to come in…

I’m starting to think that for me, any kind of physical competition is like going into a dark hole of uncertainty.  I’m just athletic enough to be a hazard to myself.  I’m just crazy enough that I’d consider stopping a race for an ice cold refreshment.

Hide the beer.

Put a lock on the freezer door.

I’m in training.

About julietruekingsley

Crazed writer living on the coast of Maine! Attempting to blog daily in fifteen minutes or less.
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2 Responses to It’s All About the Ride

  1. Lenore Diane says:

    You crack me up, Julie. While consuming hot fudge sundaes sounds awesome to me. I am frightened by the combination of beer. I cannot help but fear the ice cream would curdle the instant the beer was consumed. Stuff of nightmares for certain.
    I am certain – CERTAIN – you will do your team proud with your biking performance. Hang in there, stay loose, and keep away from the beer/ice cream combination.

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