2 nights ago, I dreamt that I was frantically searching for a solution to my hands freezing during the cold swim at IM 70.3 St-George. I decided to wear a pair of wool mitts under some rubber kitchen gloves and duck tape them to my wetsuit.
Last night, I dreamt that the organizers changed the swim to mandatory butterfly, which I tried to learn on land prior to getting in the water. I didn’t work out so well.
I wonder what gems tonight will bring.
