Too Cool

We get it.

You’re too cool.

There are those of us who know who you are as you pass by on your bike and can’t slow down to exchange a few words or to introduce yourself.

You’re too cool.

And you twitter on and on about how your child’s soccer team won the game even though the ref was an idiot – you’re too cool and now your children know they are too cool as well.

Or maybe you drop a few pounds and you get a sleeveless tank so that after every set you get in on the preacher curl bench you can walk by the mirror and grab a quick glance at your “guns”.

Cause you’re too cool.

Perhaps you feel a 16 hour certification over two days coupled with a pair of knee socks or a 16 hour certification and a pair of aero bars and high dollar wheels gives you an elite background.

You’re too cool.

Maybe it’s your very average marathon time surrounded by your follower’s below average marathon times that lets you think you’re too cool.

I don’t know.

But I do know there are people who can climb up an I-beam in a gym, grab ahold of the top cross beam and knock out chins and then climb back down and never sneak a glance at their “guns”.

I’ve talked with them.

And I also know they are not the kind of person to tell someone at the local YMCA they shouldn’t use the treadmill that they want to use or tell a father in front of their child that he doesn’t know how to teach swimming because the father is not a “triathlete”.

That is not cool.

And I know there are people out there who ride plenty fast and still can turn around or slow down to say hi – be it to the kid on the K-mart mountain bike or to another rider. I know as I’ve been on both the giving end and the receiving end.

Which is a far sight better than hunting down a rider ahead and blasting by all tricked out in extreme aero glory coolness without uttering a word.

And maybe that woman in the baggy sweats and t-shirt in the corner of the gym is a mom that got up, made her children's breakfast and lunch, walked them to school and told them she loved them as part of her fitness.

I have talked to them too.

And while you may surround yourself with all your little minions who feed your “cool” know there’s someone out there working really hard to be a sportsman or sports(wo)man.

That’s cool.