Last night I dilly-dallied in the foggy space between sleep and wakefulness. It is in that murky world where I find myself troubled by things that are close enough to be real. I guess you could say it’s where my stress and worry get a workout.
So last night my dream-thoughts were occupied by having problems with my GPS and getting route coordinates into a usable format for Garmin’s Base Camp software.
Some people dream of soaring among the clouds and being able to fly. Me? I’m dreaming about f’n spreadsheets.
I’ve talked before about what a hideous beast my Zumo 450 had been with its intermittent bricking problem. With The Void Rally on the horizon, I will be relying on a GPS to route and keep time for me. I just didn’t feel confident that the 450 would work every time, so I got a new Garmin 660.
I’m hoping with all my might that I don’t find myself wanting to punch it in the face, too.
Having a device that works is of course just a piece of the puzzle that will be the Rally for me. As a first timer, a rally virgin, if you will – let’s just say I have no idea what I’m doing.
I’m plagued with self doubt and fears that I am going to just cock this whole thing up.
Will I be able to stay awake?
Will I have the stamina to do a saddle sore?
Will I put together a decent route?
Will I be eaten by a bear, alone in the dark of night on the side of the road somewhere?
All valid questions, right?
I can only surmise that based on my dream – being able to put together a decent route is high on my subconscious worry list. Why can’t I be more confident?