The last time I did a triathlon, I was quite literally in a very different place in life.
I lived in a different country, in a different apartment, had a different job, and that baby I have wasn't even a twinkle in his parents' eye. (Except of course he already existed - see 'that time I did a triathlon while unwittingly four weeks pregnant').
It's been nearly a year since then. Right now, the only triathlons I do involve the delicate juggling act of feed-nap-mom-goes-for-a-run, I would have a hard time swimming a mile, and I currently don't actually own a bike, which I hear is a prerequisite for doing a tri.
But baby D seems intent on prepping me for one.
The other night, I'd brought him into bed with us after the last feed of the night - really the very early morning after I'm mostly awake for the day. And then I fell back into a light snooze, and had some crazy dreams. I dreamt that I was doing the swim leg of a sprint tri. This being a sprint, it was fast and frenzied, and I dreamt that people were kicking me the entire way.
And then I woke up - and baby was indeed snuggled up next to me and kicking me in the side.
I think I'm going to register him for the local kids' swim team this year. What do you think?
I lived in a different country, in a different apartment, had a different job, and that baby I have wasn't even a twinkle in his parents' eye. (Except of course he already existed - see 'that time I did a triathlon while unwittingly four weeks pregnant').
It's been nearly a year since then. Right now, the only triathlons I do involve the delicate juggling act of feed-nap-mom-goes-for-a-run, I would have a hard time swimming a mile, and I currently don't actually own a bike, which I hear is a prerequisite for doing a tri.
But baby D seems intent on prepping me for one.
The other night, I'd brought him into bed with us after the last feed of the night - really the very early morning after I'm mostly awake for the day. And then I fell back into a light snooze, and had some crazy dreams. I dreamt that I was doing the swim leg of a sprint tri. This being a sprint, it was fast and frenzied, and I dreamt that people were kicking me the entire way.
And then I woke up - and baby was indeed snuggled up next to me and kicking me in the side.
I think I'm going to register him for the local kids' swim team this year. What do you think?
I love the way our brains interpret things into our dreams. Baby kicking you = being kicked in the swim leg of a triathlon. I'm pretty sure I'd never have that dream.
ReplyDeleteThere's still plenty of time for you to try a thlon (so you can have equally bizarre dreams)!
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