I am a jerk to a barista that I sort of know

I discovered a strange noise my fixed/beater bike was making was due to a loose screw in the crank and fixed it on the way to swim last night. The weather was finally nice enough to ride over to the pool at Georgia Tech, which saved me a lot of annoying parking issues.

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.