
I don't want to be here. I'm uncomfortable, I'm stressed and I'm tired. It's 5:20am, it's dark, it's cold and raining. I'm sitting in my car in the South Lakes Parking lot. I just want to turn off my phone so Bursch can't reach me and go home. I miss my bed.
That's how my day started, Sunday September 13.
I was thinking about a dream I had last night where I was swimming with the mass hoards around the 1500m lake course. The turns were crowded. I was in the middle of the pack, getting kicked and slapped and slowly sinking. More swimmers were over me, I couldn't get to the surface. My stress...