Humbled...

Humbled?

After our first attempt at anything comparable to an endurance test for us, Gary, Porkchop and myself approached the door of The Mello Mushroom bragging that we deserved to gorge ourselves on the bounty of their pizza. We just survived our first two-day 150 mile bicycle tour, and thought we were the stars. As we were being triumphantly led to our table, there he was. While silently eating calzone with his family, he stridently pronounced our inferiority. Two simple words embroidered on the pocket area of his jacket below his left shoulder screamed to us the relative nanoscopic scale of our accomplishment -- Ironman Finisher.