Dear Mr. / Ms. Ironman:
I know this is going to sound weird. But I have noticed your car for months now, parked at the office building, usually on the front row near the door. The SUV is clad with the M-Dot hitch and the oval 140.6 sticker.
As you know, the office building is not huge – only four floors. I know you don’t work on the fourth floor, because that’s where I work, and I am 100% sure there are no fellow swim-bike-run freaks in my office.
You must work on Floor 1, 2 or 3. That means you are either in real estate, insurance, construction, or financial services.
You are always here when I get in, and frequently gone before I leave. That means you probably train in the afternoons. Or maybe you do mornings AND evenings. I mean, you are an Ironman, afterall. I see your gym bag in the car sometimes, but it’s hard to tell if you are coming from the gym, or heading there.
One time I saw a bracelet hanging from the rear view mirror, so that was exciting. You are a woman! You are a “Ms. Ironman.” But then it was gone the next day, so now I’m not so sure.
You like the green container of Dentyne Ice gum and keep it in your cupholder just like I do! You drink coffee, because I see Starbucks cups in the cupholder next to the gum sometimes. Me too!
I think I saw a baby seat in the back a few times. Our kids would really get along, I’m sure.
I like to park next to you. Even though my oval sticker is only half of yours. I feel the bond between us, Mr. / Ms. Ironman.
Some days I hope to go to my car and bump into you. I would introduce myself and explain how I think we would be best friends, should do lunchtime swims together, and beg you to tell me all your secrets about 140.6. We could have lunch, and talk about our training! We could get the families together for dinner, or maybe all take vacations together for races!
Won’t it be fun? I really think we will be super great friends. Really. Really.
Okay, so I’m kidding. (Sort of).