My colleague Jackie walked past my desk today. She usually stops by and asks how the blog is going. “I really like” whatever my blog from the night before completes the comment. But today when she walked past, she looked a bit down.
Sarah laughed and said that Jackie had just got bad news. I looked puzzled and Sarah continued. “Her boyfriend is a Trekie.” I didn’t think that was such a bad thing, but I guess its all in the perspective.
So I laughed with her for a minute. And then Earl threw down the gauntlet. “Write a blog about that.”
I put on my serious blog writing face. And thought whether to accept or decline the challenge. I was going to decline, but then Earl continued and asked if I watched Boston Legal. He explained how Denny and Allan were friends. The only friend that each other had.
Ahh, I thought, I CAN relate that to running.
I noticed a couple of races back that runners are a really cool breed. We can sit down just about anywhere and make friends.
On the shuttle bus back from the Bay relay point, I sat down in a seat that I could see through the smear on my glasses. There was a really nice lady sitting there too. She moved over to make space for me.
At first the conversation was a little awkward. We were both letting the adrenaline that was surging through our bodies settle down. And I was trying to find something to snack on.
But by the time we left the bus about 15 minutes later, we had made a connection. I looked around me and similar conversations were taking place all around us.
No matter how hard I look, I can’t not find someone to chat to. Don’t call me Denny Crane.
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