Funny story of the day (April 16th edition)

April 16, 2008

As y’all know, occasionally I am caught up in something that strikes me as funny. Today, another one of those moments happened.

On Monday, a coworker mentioned he signed up for a sprint triathlon. “Cool for you” I said. He’s a big biker…brought his own trainer into the gym to use all winter and goes out whenever the weather is good. So the swimming and running will be new for him. He was getting ready to head out for a run. I went back upstairs and had lunch.

Today, I was getting dress and he comes in:

Him: “Rahn, I don’t know how you do it?”

Me: “Me neither. What are we talking about?”

Him: “Running! I ran 3 miles, and I felt worse than going on a 60 mile bike ride.”

Me: “Oh that. Not sure what you could possibly mean.”

Him: “The pounding! How do you handle the !#)$! pounding?!? ”

Hehe, this was pretty funny, in my opinion. Since neither one of us are built like the Kenyans, of course we have these types of issues to deal with. We talked a bit about technique and getting shoes and what-not. (So, the other funny part of this is here, big guy giving running advice. Who would’ve thunk it? Especially a second time in less than a month.)


Nice calves…

March 16, 2008

A funny thing happened in the gym the other day. I just got back from my lunch run, and I was stretching. A gal with whom I work with was down there working out as she often is. (We see each other most days down there.)

Well, she looks at me and says “Wow, nice calves.” Of course, I jump right up and start flexing my legs; “Yeah, and look at the quads of steel! They’re solid!” and stuff like that. So of course she then looks up a bit, points at my stomach and says “but it looks like you’ve been drinking a few too many beers on the weekend.”  Ouch!  Guess I was put in my place.

During today’s run, my “great” legs hurt for the first couple miles. (To be honest, it was uphill the whole way, so not surprising that I was feeling it.) Once I got past that, everything went well. The hills were good, the flats were good. The rest break and water was real good.  My goal was to do around 18 miles…I only ended up doing 13, but I was fine with that.

The reason I was fine was because I completed 13 miles and it felt good. I still had energy at the end and was able to spend the rest of the day running errands and doing things with no problems.

So you know what? Yeah,  I have a bit of a stomach. Heck, with a name like “bigRahn”, you expect to not be small. But heck, I can head out any time and easy run a half marathon!  Gotta love that…and those great calves that let me do it.