Whenever I am getting ready for... anything... I can't seem to find anything. The 30-45 minutes prior to a workout are basically me saying, "where did I put my ___?"
And what's sad is I normally put things back in the same place. I just forget where that place is A LOT. And they are VERY practical places. For example, my Garmin goes in my makeup bag, because that makes sense. My sunglasses go under the decorative yellow umbrella in the guest room. My Honey Stinger Chews go in the shoe box under the bed. You get the idea...
It just takes me a few minutes, because sometimes things aren't where they should be. Sometimes my sunglasses are in my helmet on the floor in the basement. Sometimes my chews are still in the back pocket of my jersey in the washing machine.
But ya know, on race day, THANK GOD getting ready for the race isn't actually part of the race.
Yesterday, I got to thinking about my cat, Tuna. Tuna has a toy lobster that she has had forever. Sometimes I think it has disappeared and I won't see if for months. Then, outta nowhere, the little pink lobster will reappear in the most unlikely places. Where has she been hiding that thing? Is she thinking, "I know I put that lobster next to that pillow, where is it?" And then a month later, she wanders into the closet and thinks, "there it is, under the broom, just where I left it!"
I started taking pictures of the places she likes to present her lobster. It's as if she's tell me, "Look! I found it!"
|lobster in Tyler's old flip flop|
|lobster in my sparkly hat|
|lobster in my sweet new PI Tri Fly IVs|
Go run some!