Dream #47: Scouring the racks for my missing bicycle. Someone tells me it's been taken to the triathlon staging area. There must be some mistake, I'm not participating in any triathlon! Plus, it's not even a race bike. Annoyed, I cut through to the transition area to look. There I see my friend M, swapping out her gear. There is just enough time to wish her luck before she whizzes off on her second leg of the race.
Sometimes I feel that I have opted/been left out of some exclusive competition in life. I just want to go at my own pace, which is not always as liberating as it sounds.
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