Funny Story

Just to show you how much training, racing and blogging have gotten into my brain, I'm gonna share this little story. TMI warning!!!

The other night I had a dream that I was racing in the Boulder Stroke and Stride. I was the only person without a wetsuit (the water was REALLY cold) and kept trying to draft off the same Clydesdale that was in front of me during my First Open Water Swim Ever. Like the FOWSE, though, I kept catching the guy and almost swimming over top of him which was freaking him out, so then I was trying to get around him which I couldn't manage either. Meanwhile, in the real world, my dog was puking on the floor from some plastic my husband had given him earlier that evening (?!?!?!?). I heard him puking in my dream and thought "Wow, Dudley is having a really hard time with this race. He's going to have to DNF." Finally, the puking woke me up and I poked Hubby and said "Dudley's puking." Hubby, subliminally knowing that he was responsible, got up to clean it up. Also, I can't see an effing thing without my contacts and I don't have glasses. So I was blind and incapable of assistance. I know, you feel my pain.

ANYWAY, as Hubby was cleaning up the mess, I told him "I was dreaming I was doing the Boulder Stroke and Stride . . ." He abruptly stops me with "What the F*@&!?! He's got a name for it?" I could hear how incredulous he was and only then did I realize that it did sound kind of . . . suggestive. "Its a race, honey. Its a swim and run race in Boulder, CO." "Oh." Sounding relieved. "OK."

Yeah. So, this is definitely permeating my home. At least we got that cleared up quickly. Otherwise, it could have been ugly.