Late last night, Chief of Stuff and I were stumbling — more due to sleepiness than beer consumed — from the Terrace to our car after a delightful night out, when I looked up State Street toward the Capitol and saw a horrible sight: State Street was completely torn up.

“Oh no,” I said. “Look at that!” I pointed at the mounds of cement and fenced off areas that seemed to crawl up the Street for blocks.

And then, after a pause, I added, “I hope they finish before Ironman.”

CoS shook his head, laughing at me.

“What?”

More laughing.

“What!?!”

“No, ‘Oh no, that’s going to be really hard on those businesses,’ or ‘Too bad visitors here aren’t going to get to fully experience State Street.’ Nope. You’re so Ironman-centric…you’re worried about Ironman.”

More laughing.

“Well,” I said. “That’s right in the middle of the run course. That’s the most fun part to run up. Really, can you blame me?!”

I never did get an answer.