I woke up in a panic. Sweaty palms. I"m having a slight anxiety attack. I look around my bedroom, confused. Whew! It was just a dream. A nightmare? A night terror? No, it was a BLOG-MARE!
Still feeling a little hazy. I reflect on this horible thing called a dream. It starts out ok. My family, friend and I arrive at the check-in table to get our race numbers and gadget thingy that we'll put on our shoe to keep track of our finish time. Let me back up and say this, WE got there 5 minutes before the race is supposed to start. Not good but Hey, its supposed to be easy-peasy. Grab your number and gadget. Line up.
Ok. Done. I'm ready, right? Wrong. They hand me this 15 page booklet, survey, Q & A. I stare at the lady in dismay and say "Surely you jest?!" Or some thing like that. It's a dream. It happened 2 days ago. I knew I should have typed it up as soon as I got up! Dang.
She looks up at me with determination in her eyes and authority in her voice. "You can't race until this is completed." She says without blinking. I am in a state of panic! In the back of my head I'm singing-Meaner, weaner, meaner, weaner..It's my dream. Don't judge.
I am filling this thing out like its test day and Krispy Kreme just flashed its fresh donut sign on. It's strange though. I notice that the questions are all about blogs I've read or follow. What the Frack?! How do they know??? Why are they asking me questions like this? This has nothing to do with the race!! In the background the whistle blows or gun fires, to signal the start of the race and my heart is about to pound out of my chest!
I look to Miss Meaner, and plead with her. "I can't finish this!!! I need to get in the race!" I
scream say emphatically. Nonchalantly she says, "Your right. You can go." O M G! I want to rip her hair out and give it to Locks of Love. She doesn't need it.
I peel out to the track to find the starting area. It's like high school. There's a track. I can't find the start. I run around this
barricade fence in a mad, frothing frenzy! I can't find the start! OMG! I paid $15.00 to help poor people and I can't even find the beginning point to participate!!
I violently sit up in my bed and realized it was just a dream. A nightmare. A night terror. No, it was a BLOG-MARE! For those of you that are still reading, this is the actual map of the race. No track.