It happened again.
I returned to running today, after putting my schedule on hold because of the Man Cold. Predictably, it was a rough one, but I got through it OK, especially with a brief, unexpected break; as I approached the Jack’s Run Bridge, I saw a woman ahead walking a honey brown dog.
I got closer. She looked up and smiled.
“You’re Uncle Crappy.”
And then I almost fell over.
I knew immediately that it was Kristen, who’s been been a reader here for a while before moving back, not only to Pittsburgh but to a house that’s just a couple blocks from where Mrs. Crappy and I live. It made sense — she told me before she thought she had spotted me while out walking her dog — and she also looks exactly like the artist’s rendering Gina drew back in May.
I’m never going to completely get over the surprise of being recognized because of the blog. But I’m learning to enjoy it more, and I was especially happy that Kristen did what she said she would do. Again — awesome to meet you, lady. Hope to run into you again when I can actually speak.