I couldn’t sleep. I had tossed and turned all week, why should today be any different? If I lay on my side, my shoulders hurt. If I lay on my back, my legs would twitch. I looked at the clock. 4:00 am. Might as well go to Masters.
Really? You’re going to race today, though. It’ll be a nice warm up, I convinced myself. And besides, the only reason I had signed up for the race was because I had kind of thought that Masters would be cancelled. I had grabbed two friends for the ride to Lake Placid for the 2 mile swim, and convinced myself that I could have fun even if it was a race. By the time I had figured out that Masters wasn’t cancelled, I had already registered. I was committed.
Unfortunately, I did not have the time to commit my body to race mode that week. And by Saturday I was uncharacteristically sore and tired and dehydrated and kind of ill from it all. I had left my energy in my steel-toed boots under my desk at work. I hoped to find it again when I returned to work on Monday.
Not only did I not have time to commit my body to race mode, I didn’t have time (or perhaps I just lacked the focus and clarity) to commit my mind, either. And I realized that I didn’t even know how to get to Mirror Lake as I was driving to pick up Emily after Masters. Not only did I not know how to get to Mirror Lake, I grossly underestimated the time it would take to get to Emily’s house. And I was already late before I even began.
Late. After waking up at 4 am.