OK this might arguable, but I had to pass this along if there isn't already an existing thread on this. So a group of us were on a long training ride out of DC and doing a quick rest/pee/provisions stop at a well known convenience store outside WDC (I am obfuscating details to protect identities here). Two of us were training for our first 140.6 and one had done one several years before and was getting back into the game. As one of my buddies was slightly cramping, I suggested he buy a pickle and drink the juice that came in the little pickle packet. As we were extolling the virtues of pickles and pickle juice for long rides, another obvious triathlete pulled in on her blinged out superbike (with the numbers from a race from two weeks prior still very visible), kitted out in a local sponsored team's kit. To say she was stand offish would be an understatement. She just didn't want to engage in conversation with us and literally opted to take her bike INSIDE THE BATHROOM WITH HER rather than take up our offer to watch her ride for her. Roll the eyes.

So here's the good part. As she's coming out of the bathroom, my friend asks me if they have pickles on course during full distance IMs. As I honestly didn't know, I said, "well she probably knows," nodding to the recent IM finisher who'd just emerged from the bathroom. So my friend asks her. After an almost visible eye roll, she says "well, I hear that after dark they put out all sorts of weird stuff on the course like chicken broth, but I really wouldn't know about that." And she just rides off. We all looked at each other as if to confirm she'd actually said that.

Oddly, I ran into a team mate of her's a few weeks later at a local running store. I described the story and he smiled, shook his head and said "yeah, that's XXXXX. Great racer, not exactly the best at interpersonal skills."

I would imagine there are other stories like this....