I awoke in a daze, only able to remember parts of it.
It was late morning on race day. I must have BQ’d because I was desperately trying to get to Hopkinton. Tom was sick but alive. He’d moved the car so that we wouldn’t get a ticket, but couldn’t remember where he’d left it.
Everything seemed to be going wrong. I had no GU, and had forgotten to pack my fuelbelt. I was wondering if this would prove dangerous. Would they hand out carbohydrate gels on the course? Would they have enough water? After the fiasco in Chicago, I couldn’t be sure.
Then I realized that the beeping was my alarm clock, trying to rip me away from my dream.