I woke up to this today,
and put on these...
and did a 5k run.
Our sprint triathlon is less than three weeks away. Apparently, somewhere in my subconscious, I'm starting to get a little nervous. Last night I dreamed it was the day of the race. In the dream, I finished the swim, got out of the pool and couldn't find my bike. Then I looked down to see that I was wearing parachute pants, striped knee-high socks, and some keds that I actually owned in seventh grade. I immediately started to panic and tried to roll up the pants so I could do the bike ride. Just as I was fixing my pants, I looked up to see the last runner cross the finish line. I woke up thinking, "What did I eat last night???"
I do hope to be a little more prepared the day of the race.
I keep trying to encourage Drew to train a little more too. He is on the swim team, so he's got the cardio in place. But every time I say, "Hey Drew, you may want to get out and run a little bit." He says, "Mom, I'm fine, don't worry about it!"