Last night I weighed myself after eating two large plates of food and drinking two bottles of water and unsurprisingly had gained five pounds, probably which is more like 3 or 4 pounds and panicked that I would be too heavy to do the triathlon because that makes sense. I then began to panic about grad school, my relationship, going to the doctor, the dentist, my broken glasses, and sent texts like, "I'm freaking out about everything." Then I went to sleep and had a dream that I got lost because I ran through my elementary school playground on the tri. Ugh.