Dear Kristin,
Recently you applied for a day/night rotator position. Good news... of those that applied you have the highest seniority and the position is yours! Please confirm before I proceed and officially fill the position with your name.
The clouds opened up and the angels started singing-- what glorious news! One step closer to normalcy. I am sooo grateful and can't wait to embrace day shift. Even though days are absolute mayhem.. I will endure the chaos with a smile because it will be daytime and I will be awake... like normal people should be. Win.
I don't have anything to write about lately. My right knee has been hurting more than EVER which has been concerning and has made running rather sucky (... lets be honest my lack of cardiovascular endurance hasn't helped much either..).
I had a CRAZY dream last night. I dreamt I was staying at my parents' house but I was doing the Chicago Triathlon (and it was in Salem). For some reason, the morning of the race I jogged to transition. But it wasn't a normal jog it was like I'd take a step and be suspended in mid air for three seconds then I'd land-- I was frustrated with how slow it was (hmm wonder how that reflects to real life... durrr). I was about a mile from my parents house when I realized "I FORGOT MY BIKE!" So I had to turn around and float-jog back (all of this is happening with me in my Team in Training spandex with my giant soccer backpack on-- naturally). So I finally made it back and burst through the door to what seemed like a home improvement store and was bawling but had no tears. I was explaining everything to my mom. By this point it was getting light outside, and its known that if you're not at transition before dawn then the masses of people will slow you down and you're screwed. I had it in my mind that transition closed at 6am and it was already 5:15 and I had to get downtown--dismal. I thought, 'Well I can get there faster if I ride my bike.' Right THEN I remembered that my bike tires were FLAT (which is true in real life because I haven't ridden it in so long..). This made me more upset in my dream because I needed a pump that accommodates a presta valve, and I didn't have one. My mom said something about seeing papers that said transition was open until 8am. So I figured I could load my bike into my car, have my dad go down to transition with me and drop me off so I wouldn't have to worry about parking. Once there I would try to borrow someone's bike pump. In the midst of rallying my troops, there was a voice-over saying something about for the first time ever transition would be open until 8am and that they couldn't predict what challenges this might cause. I was relieved by that but still panicked, I was VERY late. For some reason unbeknownst to me, 'loading up' meant getting a ridiculously large trailer of sorts down from a steep hill that magically appeared to the left of my parents' house/home improvement store. By this time it was pure daylight and it was very warm-- the universe's way of reminding me of my tardiness. I ran to the top of the hill thinking I could get it myself but then I realized how HUGE it was. The neighbors were out in their yard and gave me the "Girrrl, you crazy.." look. I called down for my family (my sister suddenly appeared, too) to help. Then I woke up.
What the heck? Dreams kind of fascinate me but I wish I knew what they meant. Obviously I am concerned about not being prepared for any triathlons. It is no secret that being late is something I passionately despise. Why does my subconscious have to remind me? While I am grateful for the state of modern medical technology that I live in , I wish scientists had a clearer understanding of dreams--- how they form, what they mean, etc. Lately I have been having a lot of lucid dreams, too. I can't decide if it's cool or creepy. It's all probably a result of the ridiculously irregular sleep schedule I'm on. Lose.
There's a tangent for ya. Shoot.
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