Slow, decrepit, etc.
Y’all know how I’ve been hitting the stairs once a week for the last couple months. Yeah, good stuff there. I figured if I got down to 4 minutes, I’d be flying. My coworker who does this with me agreed. 4 minutes would be awesome.
We’ve mentioned this to another coworker of ours before. He’s a pretty fit guy, doing 7:30ish miles in a 10K. (At least last time we talked about speed, it was in that ballpark.) We’ll call him BA.
Monday, I was heading out, and BA was in the locker room,and mentioned needing a quick workout so he thought he’d hit the stairs since we talked about it. “Yeah, sub 4 is the goal for you. I expect you won’t have too much problem with it”, I said to him on my way out.
Well, I get back from my walk, and find Brian showered and heading back. “So, how’d it go?”
BA: “Well, the goal was sub 4, and I beat that.”
R: “Cool. How do you feel?”
BA: “Man, this hurts. Gonna feel this later. Did pretty good until about the 9th floor, then slowed down. Man, I was breathing hard. Thought my chest was gonna explode.”
R: “Yup! Stairs do that.”
… more idle chat…guess he’s doing a little crossfit these days…
BA: “Well, gotta head back upstairs. See ya Rahn.”
R: “Okay. What was your time, just for the record.”
R: “Crap! I suck!”
I’d use the “I’m old, when you get to my age” excuse, but he’s a few years my senior.