Okay so last night I had a dream that I was running the last leg of the San Francisco triathlon. Part of the route went through the inside of a museum, a museum I suspect is not actually in San Francisco, and then it ended in some waterfront park that also does not exist in San Francisco.
And then when I finished they told me I was the second to last person to finish. Oy.
People who know me know I hate running, and I don’t cycle either, so there is no way I would even enter a triathlon.
So what on earth am I supposed to make of this dream?