Sometimes, when a big, meaningful event is on the horizon, I internalize all the stress and anxiety about it. I go about my business, crossing all the regular t's and dotting all the normal i's. I may slam the door a little harder, communicate in a slightly sharper tone to the husband, or re-organize a closet but, I basically stuff the stress down.
That means, as soon as I am deep in REM sleep, my mind has a field day with all the stress hormones I've been ignoring. Last night, I had a full blown stress dream about my upcoming race. It started with me losing my bike shoes. I ended up finding only one of them. I had a cramp during the swim and realized when I took my wet suit off that I had forgotten to wear anything underneath. I vomited, ran out of water, and got a flat tire. Then, somehow, there were people dressed up as various mascots (a chicken, a bear, and a Seahawk) cheering for me as I, crawling, dragged my body across the finish line.
I'm hoping the race goes just a little differently next week.
In the hope of repressing any more triathlon stress dreams, I'm telling you now. I'M NERVOUS. I'M ANXIOUS. I'M a little AFRAID. Ahhhh.... I can feel the stress hormones neutralizing.... It also helped that I bought a new pair of bike shoes today. You know, just in case I lose one of the other ones.
T minus 10 days until the big 70.3.