What is it like to be married to an athlete? Someone who eats, breaths and even sleeps training and racing? It is never a dull moment and I hope to start shedding some light on the matter through my little old blog. If nothing else, to be able to return in a year and remember some of the more obscure memories that could be left behind.
So take this week for example - big races this weekend at the Sea Otter Classic at Laguna Seca in Monterey, California. A big race usually consists of tapering for a race. What, you might wonder, does tapering mean? Brian would tell you it's slowly easing off the volume and intensity of his training. I will tell you it means a lot more of him at the house, a lot more eating and definitely a nightmare or two. That's right, nightmares. Take last night for example.
I've learned to wake my husband when he starts yelling out in his sleep and I've also learned that for my own entertainment, I must ask right at that moment what he is dreaming about. So last night, he starts yelling out "No, no, no!" in his sleep. I, of course, wake him and ask him if he's having a bad dream. Of course he is, so naturally, I ask him what about. He proceeds to tell me that he was dreaming that he bought a new crank for his bike and it wasn't working and he was grabbing my arm & biting my arm to get the instructions from me. What?! At this point I start laughing at the obvious irony - my husband actually wants to read the instructions? He's biting my arm? Has he personified himself in the dream as our dog or something?! Naturally, I console him and he doesn't remember anything about this nightmare when I asked him this morning.
There's a small tidbit of what its like. The first of many, of that I can assure you. The race starts tomorrow and I'm guessing I will awaken to go to work to find him up with entire house cleaned, lawn mowed, car loaded and wondering what else he can do to kill time until his race at noon...I'll be sure to let you know!