25 years since I went to Disneyworld/Epcot and I still can get that song stuck in my head...
A dream can be a dream come true,
With just that spark in me and you.
So it's no surprise to those who know me that I have quite the overactive imagination. The product of too many scifi movies at a young age or something like that. It's a blessing and a curse, depending on how you look at it. I can visualize success for a race like nobody's business. I can also...overthink some workouts occasionally :)
Take today's swim test. I had swim test dreams. All. Night. In some of them I was swimming in a pool of jello, literally. In one I was at a tri camp with Liz and trying to do my swim test while she watched me. In a pool 1 foot deep. I kept dragging myself along the bottom of the pool and wondering if she was going to criticize the stroke corrections I had to make.
In the last dream I had, she told me to just skip the test and not worry about it. When I woke up, I had to spend several minutes thinking about if I was supposed to turn off the alarm, go back to sleep, and skip the test or if I had imagined the whole thing. Sometimes, it's hard to tell.
The point is, a whole lot of drama for a 50-minute workout that showed 4 seconds improvement (per 100 yds). Sometimes I am too much for myself.
Max, Stanley and I are settled into our hotel in Carson City for the weekend's agility trials. We had a lovely 4.5 hour drive up here. The boys and I did make one special stop along the way - at the trailhead to Lake Margaret. At roughly 8,000 feet of elevation, there is still snow on the ground there and I figured the boys could use a romp in their favorite form of water. I also had a sentimental reason for stopping, as Lake Margaret is where Jeff proposed to me in August 2006! I can't show you any photos I took with my camera because I managed to forget the USB cable at home. One crappy Blackberry shot of the snow along the road though...