Dennis was just writing on his running blog about what how interconnected people are these days, and how there are fewer and fewer degrees of separation between any two people, like, well, Dennis and me. (Once direct competitors, he now has my old job.)
Then, lo and behold, Bex says she's coming to town for a film festival and would I like to meet. I love her blog, so I knew I'd love her. She and I have a lot more in common than just running. We once worked at competing newspapers, though not at the same time. And, until recently, she was a transplanted Californian living in Virginia while I am a transplanted Virginian (by way of Alaska, North Carolina and Massachusetts) living in California.
Well, anyway, we agreed to lunch near my office complex and I gave her convoluted directions when, it turns out, she was staying at a hotel right down the street. The time flew by and I'm starting to think one reason she's so darn fast as a runner is because she actually pays close attention to her watch (alerting me when our hour was up, even). There was so much more I wanted to discuss, beginning with why I was wearing panty hose (corporate policy) instead of baring my legs like everyone else in SoCal when I showed her my swollen achilles tendon. And why on earth I had the biggest hair bump from my headband. (She took a picture...you'll see.)
Well, further discussions of my neuroses will have to wait until the next time we're close by again, which may be the Carlsbad Marathon (she's running it; I am hoping to lend support). Phil's doing that one too. I smell an RBF meet-up...and a new hairdo.