A conversation with a guy at my pre-masters swim class after someone brought up running and he said he had run a marathon.
(Let me preface this with the fact that this person has the IQ of a bag of hair, so my re-telling this story is a bit mean, but it is my blog and I'll bitch if I want to)
Me: I did my first marathon in March.
Bag of Hair boy: What was your time?
Me: I am slow, 5:20
Bag of hair boy: Whoa! ~insert Bevis and Butthead laugh here~ that IS slow.
Me thinks: thanks asshole.
Me says (trying to save face): Yeah, I am slow but I love to run. I am doing a half marathon and 10 k this weekend and am training for San Diego Rock 'n' Roll Marathon.
Bag of Hair Boy: My boss does lots of marathons, but he is really skinny.
*Looks of horror from the other swimmers witnessing this*
This takes place on the pool deck and I am standing there in my swim suit, feeling VERY awesome right about then. I think it shows AMAZING personal growth on my part that he still has all of his original teeth and the pool is not missing a kick board.
Me says: How is your swim coming? You know they have a pretty steep cut off at Half Ironman's for the swim portion.
He swims like a stone. I am faster than him for Christ sake. Childish, I know, but I had to get a shot in somewhere. Although, I honestly think he was too dense to know he had said anything offensive to me OR that I was giving him a shot. Whatever, it made me feel better.
16 hours ago