>> Friday, January 14, 2011
Let's start with the "bad news" first - the insult.
I was swimming last week, and I was sharing a lane with a high-school girl who was OBVIOUSLY on some sort of swim team. We end up at the end of the pool together after my swim but before my cool down. Then she asks me an innocent question:
"Did you USED TO be a swimmer?"
Did she HAVE to say "used to?"
Because obviously my form is such horse crap now that there's little sign I ever knew how to do this...
I answered her with a little laugh and simply said "No, I'm just a slow swimming triathlete who's trying to get faster."
She smiled and let me get on my with my depression. Thanks girlie. Thanks.
After my "Meet of the Miles" 1 mile race, Sean told me he was chatting with RR, a well-known, old-school Minnesotan runner. R said the following to Sean during my heat:
"Steve sure doesn't LOOK like a distance runner..."
I know, I know... that one could go either way. But what he meant was that I had more upper body muscle than most runners who I can hang with. (Not a lot more, just a little - I'm no Hulk.)
R said that because I'm built a little more like a triathlete who just happens to be pretty good at running - NOT a distance runner.
Plus, if I looked like a frail distance runner, Pharmie would leave me. No joke. She's told me so. On many occasions.
Well, I guess I'm off to the gym. For obvious reasons. ;)
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