I hate meeting new people. People tell me they don’t believe me when I mention this to them. I am a pretty outgoing person when you get to know me (surprised by that?) But initially, I am filled with a sense of dread and angst before I meet new folks. On that note, yesterday was heinous. You see, my gal pal K and I signed up for another training program for tris. Last night was the FURLKLE training or some crap like that. No, the word is FARKLE which still sounds like IKEA furniture. The plan was for me to meet K, do the w/out with her, load my bike onto her car and drive home. Well, due to uncontrollable and horrible circumstances, K couldn’t meet me. So, here is a recap of my LOVELY evening:
5:46 – Leave work on my bike to head up north for training.
5:50 – Nervously dodge cars and buses on the unfamiliar route. Nearly get hit numerous times.
6:00 – Arrive at location, park bike and enter training building a full 30 minutes too early.
6:10 – 6:20 – Stand uncomfortably waiting while people mill in. Note that each athlete seems to be the size of these people. Listen to high pitched ramblings of tri stories and bragging. Grow more and more nervous.
6:30 – Learn of the quick 3/4 mile jog…easy paced…to get to the training area at the softball diamonds. Where there will be running and fast running in intervals.
6:40 – Begin the jog, realize my run is a slow jog and I feel slow but am going as fast as I can it is hot hot hot, everyone is passing me, wait how do I walk 2 jog 4 with this group why am I here I really don’t like this and don’t like one person especially that one with the stinkeye where is K
7:15 – One lap down everyone is evil I need to get away from them I am going back. Fuck the FARTKLELSLEKLS
7:35 – Bags in hand, load up bike, head to train.
7:45 – Jackson Street elevator broken. Attempt to carry 200 million lb bike down stairs with my bike cleats on, sliding bumping jumping bike breaks $100 bike bag.
7:50 – wait on train platform trying to guess which car will be a bike friendly car, inevitably guess wrong and have to run on platform with cleats on granite nearly kill myself but make it.
8:00 – Finally, on train.
8:30 – drink full glass of wine, cry to dear niece
8:45 – feel better
9:00 – resolve to NOT do this again
From the perspective of someone who hates new people and organized exercise this sounds like Dante’s seventh level…right below the one that Orla and I visited while teaching multiple groups of Thai kids “Imagine” while making them walk in a circle.
Good for you for leaving!