In June of 2005, I got an e-mail from someone regarding my posting on the Leadville website looking for a pacer, and she introduced herself as a fellow Marathon Maniac. I was getting ready to run Vermont at the time, and she mentioned that she was doing the Grand Slam, so would be there too. I didn’t know too many people then, having just started doing ultras, so I was looking forward to meeting her.
Fast forward to race weekend.
While trying to find a place to sit down during the pre-race meeting, I saw someone holding a sign with my name on it — kinda like those guys at the airport.
“Hi…you’re looking for Andy? That’s me.”
“Andy! It’s Jane from Costa Rica!”
“Oh hi Jane! Good to see you…I didn’t know you were going to be here.”
“Didn’t Dot tell you that I’m going to be your pacer?”
“No…wow, what a pleasant surprise!”
“Andy, I want you to meet my sister Liz — she’s here to pace a runner too.”
“Hi Liz…nice to meet you. Who are you pacing?”
“My friend Olga.”
Olga was the person who sent me the e-mail, and Jane ran with Dot (who was assisting with putting on the Vermont 100) during the Coastal Challenge where I met them originally. The most memorable part of this meeting though, was that I think I surprised Olga, since she initially gave me the “get-away-from-me-you-freak” look before realizing who I was. Pretty funny — I wasn’t used to seeing that expression outside of bars and clubs, and typically it was only after delivering one of my pickup lines. Definitely didn’t expect to see that at a race.
Here we were after the finish.