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.)