Ironman?

We are traveling to the LA area to be guests on The Hour of Power at the Crystal Cathedral this weekend.

A funny thing happened to me last night as we checked into our hotel.

Let me paint the picture for you:
It's one a.m. We'd had a radio interview, packed, and I'd driven 700 miles. Across the Rockies. And across Utah. On a side note, there are several places in Utah where there is NOTHING for 100 miles or so. We got excited to see an overpass. Seriously. Okay, back to painting the picture: did I mention it was 1:00 A.M??

The night clerk finishes the check-in process and looks at me, "so you're participating in the Ironman?"
Me: "What!?"
Clerk: "Breakfast is at 3 a.m."
Me: "What!?"
Clerk: "3 a.m."
Me: "Uh... It's 1 a.m. Right now."
Clerk: "well, you'll want a good breakfast before you start."
Me (still shocked and confused): "Do I LOOK like I'm about to participate in the Ironman?"
Clerk: "Sure."

I looked down. I'm not a tiny person. At all. And the thought of running, biking, swimming until my heart stops didn't really appeal to me at 1:00 in the morning. Especially on two hours of sleep. Full breakfast at 3:00 a.m. Or not.

I decided to be nice. "I'm an author. I'm not here for the Ironman. But thank you."

He shrugged. Gave me a nice smile and a map to my room.
I threw over my shoulder, "Maybe next time."

Now... You're probably wondering if there is a moral to this story. Other than the fact that it made me laugh. :)

Ah... There is. It didn't strike me until after a full-night's sleep though... And since I have to check out of the hotel now and finish driving to California, I will post my conclusions tonight :)

[chuckle] me... In the Ironman...