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Saturday, April 18, 2009

The Old Man in the Starbucks

The morning of the Jeff Galloway Running School, a weird thing happened.  A couple of us went down to Starbucks to get something to eat since the school wasn't serving breakfast.  We walked in and an older gentleman yelled over to us, "Hey, what is that class going on down there?"

WTF?

First of all, I don't know how he even knew there was a class going on.  Secondly, I don't know this guy.  Third, it's not even 7am on a Saturday and I really don't feel like having a conversation with a stranger. I replied that it was about running, and since I didn't want the conversation to continue, I became immediately absorbed in deciding on what type of breakfast item I would be purchasing.  I ended up getting a yogurt parfait.  Then, I waited for my friend.

The man was not to be deterred.  He stood up and came over to me and tapped me on my shoulder.  "Running class?  That is ridiculous!  Who needs a class for running?  That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard of!"

Now, let's keep in mind that I didn't pay for the running school.  I was, in fact, quite skeptical of the idea of a running school and what Jeff could possibly be teaching me, but since it was free, I thought I'd take advantage.  However, why in the world would this stranger, whom I had never seen before, come up to me and start lecturing me on the advantages and disadvantages of what I was doing with my time?  The only thing he knew, presumably, was that there was a running school.  No other details.

So, I asked if he was a runner.  "YES!" he responded.  No way this guy was a runner.  He went on a rant again, telling me how much of a waste of time running school is.  I was, quite frankly, flabbergasted.  

I realized that speaking further to him was a waste of time, and I really had no desire to either defend myself or argue with him.  I was late getting back to the store already and this guy was clearly not only rude, but also argumentative for no reason.  So, I told him, "Well, thank you for your commentary.  I certainly wanted to know how you felt about it."

He grumbled some more about my stupidity and headed towards the back of the Starbucks, presumably to the men's room.  That's when I made my escape.

Is that not the weirdest thing ever?

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