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I am a jerk to a barista that I sort of know
Parking on the GA Tech campus is slightly less annoying than plucking out one’s own eyelashes with a pair of pliers. But only slightly.
The workout was only 2000 yards, and I ended up swimming it in about 35 minutes which is the fastest B workout I have done so far. I guess I need to move up to the A workout now in order to put in a full hour of swimming. Instead, I will probably start using my ironman and half ironman plans as I spool up for those races.
After my hill workout tonight I got to craving some coffee, so I pulled on a shirt and stuffed a clif bar in my pocket and drove to the coffee shop. I thought about making some myself at home, but I don’t have any decaf.
When I got there I spotted a Marathon how-to book behind the counter. I asked whose it was, and the barista said she was running the half on sunday. I said I was running the full, and we got to talking about running and whatnot and I mentioned that I am doing an ironman in august.
She said “Really, let me see you pick up all those things…” waving her hand at a bank of coffee dispensers. I declined to try to explain that it doesn’t really work that way.
She asked how long my training runs tended to be, and I said that I had attempted 20 mile runs a few times. She was amazed.
She said “I’ve been running four miles twice a week since January…”
I laughed and said “You are FUCKED!” and that made me laugh even harder, so I just headed out the door, still laughing. Four miles twice a week.
So I feel better now about not being prepared for my 4:00 marathon.