I just had a telephone call with my husband, the Expert. With ten days left until St. Anthony’s, an open water swim scheduled for Saturday, and an ill-fitting wetsuit with a hole in the back, really… this event is all I can think about. I am keeping in mind that I should have fun with it and relax. Not sure how well I am following my own advice.
Expert: I didn’t hear you get up this morning. What time did you leave?
Me: Oh, about 4:50.
Expert: How was spinning class?
Me: Just great. Good class.
(Pause)
Expert: Did I imagine this… or did you get up at 2:00 this morning, leave the bedroom…and then come back and tell me that you tried on my wetsuit?
Me: No. You didn’t imagine that. Yeah, I wanted to see if yours fit me better.
Expert: At 2:00am? You were trying on wetsuits?
Me: No. Just wetsuit. One. Yours.
Expert: In the living room? In the dark?
Me: No, I was in the kids’ playroom.
Expert: You are insane.
Me: Am not. I couldn’t sleep.
Expert: Then you got back in the bed and woke up at 4:30 for spin?
Me: Yes.
(Pause)
Expert: So, how did it fit?
Me: It’s too big. I think I need the size in between yours and mine.
Expert: Well, glad you found that out. At 2am.
Me: Shut up.
Hehehe, you crack me up! Nerves affect us all in different ways, in fact, last night I went to bed thinking about my upcoming race and had dreams I was being chased and shot at 😛
Oh my gosh, that's classic! 🙂
Breath… you totally have this!