Well, maybe nothing so fun as capers, but weird stuff, dumb stuff, going-crazy stuff.
For one thing, I seem to have mislaid my brain. This is not anything unusual. I have things I use every day just suddenly disappear from my life. Sometimes I find them. Sometimes I don't. I hope I find my brain. My whoop-de-do job in the campground office requires that I be able to read both print and numbers, and understand how to use a calendar.
I had that dream about missing the race start -- taking my relaxed, no-nerves time and missing it. Telling myself when finally on the way that all those bikes going by must be the pros, who had a head start, and that the age-groupers are still swimming, and I might catch up. I hate that dream. I've had variations of it before marathons.
The other night I had that dream about my teeth falling out.... from what I understand, just about everyone has that dream. It's supposed to have something to do with performance anxiety, "losing face," or something like that. I hate that dream too.
I'm sniffling and sneezing and drinking Airborne. Stretching my ailing shoulder.
Last night I googled for a long time to find the guy I didn't marry in the 1970's and found out he became a Catholic priest.
I am positive that my WHOLE year's training is going to go down the drain in the next 2-and-a-half weeks. And that what training I DO do is going to result in the accident or injury that puts me out of the race.
Slowing down the ass-breaking training makes me feel like I've dropped out of the HUMAN race. I don't feel like myself.