Last night I had a dream I was in Thailand. I was hungry, and I saw some golden arches in the distance. McDonald's. I headed towards McDonald's, and it was on the second floor of the building. The only way to get up there would be to jump really high and grab ahold of this ladder attached to this ceiling.
I looked up and thought "No chance in hell. I really need to keep doing my pull-ups."
There was a kitchen and restaurant on the first floor, and I ordered local food instead. It was wheat-free, but it wasn't soy-free.
Then I was at home, and I realized I had signed up for an Ironman probably the year before. The race was in San Diego. It was 3 weeks away, and I didn't want to do it. I hadn't been training, and I didn't want to do it. We started to weigh out the cost of the entry fee I already put down, with how much it would cost to fly out to San Diego, with the bike and everything, and hotels and food etc etc etc.
I actually started to contemplate if I could do the ironman on basically ZERO training.
But even in my dream, I knew I wasn't going to go. I didn't want to do the Ironman. I don't even know how I signed up, and paid for the entry fee too.
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