Hey, remember Sidney?
I just wanted to share that I bumped into him on Sunday! We were all standing together in the starting corrals, and I was just looking around me, when a man just sort of shuffled into an empty space just behind me and to my right. I recognized him instantly.
“Sidney?” I said, just to be sure (yes, I had spelled his name wrong all this time).
“Yeah,” he said, kind of looking at me. I said “oh my goodness! I remember you from last year! Do you remember me? We met at the pasta dinner, then we ran into each other during the race right around the time we both melted down!” He thought for a moment.
“Yes! Yes, I remember! When that volunteer told us we needed to hustle to make it back before the roads opened!”
Yes, he really remembered. He told me he had done a marathon the weekend previous. I laughed as I told him I remembered he had done that last year as well.
We got separated pretty quickly, but I saw him twice more: once when he passed me early in the race, and once where the course doubled back on itself.
It was just one of those things. My meeting him was the inspiration for one of the very first posts I wrote for this blog, and I would think of him from time to time, but I never expected to see him again after last year. He was up from somewhere in the States. Yet, there we both were, in a start line crowd of nearly 10,000 people, and we just sort of bumped into each other.
Funny how that happens!
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