Our sprint tri is two days away. The other day a friend asked me if I was nervous. My response was, "Nope, it'll be fine". My subconscious (according to my dream last night) would disagree….
I was right in the middle of the quarter mile swim. As I turned to head down the next lane, I was startled to find two rows of young asian students lined up ( Madeline style) and wearing matching white swim caps sporting the American flag. Then somewhere in my dream their coach shouted out to me, "Maybe this wasn't a very good day for swim lessons?!". And I responded back, "Yes! Could they please get out of the pool so I can swim by?"
And then I woke up and thought, "What did I eat last night?!?"
And speaking of eating, Sierra made me a beautiful chocolate cake this afternoon. It's my birthday. I won't tell you my age, but I'm turning a number that is repeated twice. It's the kind of number that says, "This isn't my first rodeo, and it won't be my last." It's the kind of number that shows some wear and tear, but ends up with a really good polish. It's the kind of number that means I will enjoy every single second of my family birthday dinner tonight and reflect on what an amazing life it's been so far. In rain or shine.