I love my Marathon Training Team. All
1200 1199 people. The Pink's, Those People, and my fellow Snotties, etc.
No matter what sub-team, for the most part, it's about the unified TEAM experience.
We train together on the same roads, support each other, banter with one another, and it's like a big happy family.
There's the "dad-type" who tries really hard to make us behave. The older sibling's who look out for the younger siblings. The step siblings who seem a bit odd but we like them anyway. And of course, like any family, there's sibling rivalry.
I like a little friendly competition. It keeps things interesting. Even when I have to concede a loss, I'm more than willing to do so as long as it's in good fun.
However lately I have met a runner who can’t stop talking about his epic running. He goes on about how he’s so fast, and 'you're' so slow, and how it's rare to meet people as “fast” as him, etc.
Yo, I’m sure you’re ‘Great’ and all, but do you know how badly I just want to tell you to STFU?
I think I should tell you all that he almost died the other day. Yes, it’s a 100% true story. After our run, he said something that was so offensive to me that I had to physically stop myself from gunning him down in my sucktastic beige minivan. My hand hovered over the gear shift as I struggled with life imprisonment or having to listen to this crap for 18 more weeks.
“I’m surprised you’re that tired, you only ran an XYZ pace...”
Really? Are you fecking kidding? Did you just go there?
Seriously, that has to be the dumbest thing I have ever heard anyone say in my entire running life.
It makes me wonder how anyone can be a runner and NOT understand how effort is measured at an individual level. That one person’s hardest effort will result in a 6:00 mile, and another person’s hardest effort will result in a 9:47 mile, and another person’s hardest effort will result....
Honestly, it’s as though he woke up one day as a self claimed fast runner, and completely forgot how he “got” to that level or where he started. And it's true, he's fast. He's a speedy guy. He's stupid about how to talk about it, but he can run.
Which brings me to the next point. Badass runners are not a**’s who brag about their epic-ness to slower runners all the time. Being GBA**, Galactically Bada**, is NOT about being fast. There is a bit of humility that has to come into play. Or if not humility exactly, then, at least respect.
I’m not a sucky little runner. I’m not. Even in a slump I deserve more respect than this dude gives me. And what annoys me is that he will never understand that, because the only reason he would respect another runner is if that runner beats him on a run.
I keep praying that one of these weeks he’s going to get an invite to run with Coach Black and Those People so they can put him in his place a little and serve him up with a slice of humble pie.
~a little bit, yeah~
And then I think, oh hell no. I wouldn't want them to have to spend that much time with his ego. I like Those People way more than that.