Ryan | Monday, October 11th, 2010 11 Comments

I despise hotel internet service charges. In fact, I refuse to pay them.  So when I saw that my Portland hotel room required $9.95 to use the web per day, I knew I wouldn’t be posting any blogs for the weekend.  I will post a few images though.

But I must share one story in particular from the wedding weekend.  The Portland marathon wound through the magnificent city yesterday, which required every ounce of restraint on my part not to participate.  Of course, the fact that it was sold out in July helped matters.  There were a few runners staying at the Hotel DeLuxe, including one man who strode in Saturday afternoon wearing an Ironman Coure d’Alene jacket.  Naturally, I wanted to introduce myself and chat.

Well, he didn’t want to chat.  Especially awkward since we were sharing an elevator ride.

I told the man I was racing Ironman Arizona in a few weeks, to which he coldly replied, “You could have picked a harder one.”

Talk about a Charlie Brown moment!  This guy removed the football before I could kick it and tripped me along the way!

I awkwardly stammered about how IMAZ was my first, which only dug me deeper into this guy’s dark hole.

“I did Silverman for my first.”

Well, uh, I did Wildflower this year.

No response.

Then, mercifully, it was time for my exit.

“Have fun,” he said.

Gee, thanks.

It took me a few minutes, alone in my room, to get over such a hit to my psyche.

Ironman Arizona…easy?

Finally, I regained my sense of perspective.  I had merely met my first tri-asshole, which is rather amazing since I’ve been in the sport for two-plus seasons now.

And in the end analysis, Tri-asshole fueled my fire for the remaining two weeks of peak training.  So much so that I snarled and begged Coach Gerardo to increase my training workload this week and next so that I finish my peak training in the strongest condition possible.  Gerardo had taken off 15% of my workload since this past week was so light, reasoning (correctly I’m sure) that it’s potentially detrimental to boost hours significantly from one week to the next.  But I’m more than ready.  Having the last few days to relax and not think as much about training helped re-energize me.  And it’s not like I didn’t train either.  Earlier that Saturday, before I met Tri-asshole, I ran three hours…on a freakin’ treadmill.  Granted, it wasn’t the fastest pace (roughly 17.5 miles), but I still did it.

24 Hour Fitness in Portland, where I spent most of my Saturday morning.

That run ultimately doesn’t matter right now.  Only tomorrow matters.

In case you can’t tell, I’ve got my game face back on.

Tri-asshole has no idea what he’s started.

39 days and counting.

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  1. Will says:

    Hahha. That’s funny. I’ve met a few of those people before.

  2. Susan says:

    That’s so rare but, well it happens. I had a conversation with someone the other day who said his “buddy” though IMAZ was sooooo boring. How the hell could an Ironman be boring? He’s a tri-asshole too – the opportunity to do such an event is such a priviledge and if he couldn’t appreciate that and both give to and take from the day, then I hope his finisher’s jacket gets lost at the dry-cleaners. :)

  3. Paul O says:

    Yep Tri-Asshole,

    I hate people like that. It sounds like you’re using it for motivation. Great, but you don’t need anymore motivation. You’re going to kill that course. Next time you can do what I do. Ask him if he’s racing for the “Joey Nickels Club” and recall the line Alvie Singer says in Annie Hall when hie father’s friend is introducing himself.

    “What an asshole”

  4. Ryan says:

    That’s awesome, Paul. I’ll definitely check that out. My jaw definitely dropped with his comments. Who says that?!

  5. Brennan says:

    On a treadmill! Man that is true dedication, major props to you!

    I give you credit for not snapping on the guy as well!

    I have never commented either but I love reading your blog…

  6. Ryan says:

    Thanks for dropping in, Brennan. It really means a lot. Sometimes, especially now at 10 p.m. when I want to sleep so bad,it makes staying up to write totally special.

  7. Ryan says:

    Susan, I loved reading your blog post about your trail run. Very well written and entertaining. I know how you felt in that race!

  8. chuck says:

    Man – this guy gets around. Met him yesterday in Boise during my 16 mile run (also headed to IMAZ and also my first). He zipped by me but later I caught him. He was training for Silverman – not an easy IMAZ. But then he told me he had dropped out of IM Boise 70.3 this year. I just adjusted my 2010 finishers cap and bid him “good day!” Thanks for writing the stuff we all endure.

  9. Ryan says:

    That would be wild if he was the actual guy, too! Did he run or participate in the Portland Marathon? If so, that’s definitely him. How crazy! Thanks for the very kind words, and for your story. The awesome thing about triathlon is that jerks are the exception, not the rule.

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