Once again, this entry is postdated. It is actually the 12th for me.
So, functioning on very little sleep, I went running.
Mike is leading the running group I’m in. He was given the job of being leader for the 3:30 marathon group. Before that, I was informally leading. Which was great because I didn’t have to answer to anyone and I could make the others go faster if I wanted. Apparently runners have no backbone and follow orders quite easily. Mike has more restrictions as he actually does have to answer to the person teaching the current marathon clinic.
Anyway, while we were running, Mike was given a lecture by Jason, an actual employee for the Running Room. Mike was apparently running too fast, and Jason knew because he had been running for a long time. We might even have been going race pace. (Heaven forbid!)
But later on, we did some math in our heads (a dubious process at best, but bear with me) and we figured that we were right on the mark. Not going too fast. So I commented “So should we go club that guy?”
Apparently Jason overheard this and was very offended. I apologized and proceeded to feel bad about it for the rest of the run. (I seem to always be able to focus on the things that crush my self-esteem.) That is until it was pointed out that Jason was far too sensitive. We make remarks like that all the time and never mean any of it. That same run we said “Let’s beat him up and take his shoes” about someone who was ahead of the group.
It should have been clear that I was joking.
At brunch later we had the final calculations that showed that over a 19 kilometer run we were off the correct time by eight seconds. So the rest of the meal was spent complaining about Jason. Mike would admit if he was wrong, but was offended that he was lectured when he in the right the entire time. And Jason’s complaint that people were breaking off from the group near the end was silly. All runners speed up at the end of a run. Heck, Jason’s girlfriend did it today.
After brunch I went back to work. Cameron showed up soon after to help. We finished most of the project, but there is still a bit to do. After four hours though, I wasn’t able to focus. I went out for dinner for some sushi, and spent the evening trying to relax. I finally got around to reading Thursday through to Sunday’s newspapers.