The other day, I saw a criticism of a parenting style on a social media website. The individual who made the judgments was called out and she defended her actions by saying that the person she was critical of was outside of her social circle. I took that to mean that, "it's OK to ridicule someone as long as they never find out." Maybe that's not what she was saying, but that's how I took it.
(Note: I am not saying that I have never said something negative about another person. I have. I just haven't ever broadcasted it so blatantly.)
Anyway, I responded to the situation by saying, "You never know who knows who." And I'm right. I am constantly amazed to see that I have many mutual Facebook friends with people who I didn't think had ever crossed paths. The world is small and the longer you are in it, the smaller it gets.
My run this morning proved that. G was running her last 22 miler before the Richmond Marathon. I decided to join her for the first 10 miles. The plan was simple. Park at the start and run to mile 10 where I would pick up 3L's car (she was joining G for the last 12) and drive it back to the finish. Easy peasy.
Except it wasn't. When I got to the car. It was locked. And I could see the keys on the floor. Crap! The group had already left, so there would be no catching up to them. So, I ran back to the SAG and bumped into a woman that I recognized from Dizzle and Doodle's race yesterday. I told her what had happened and she mentioned that her friend was running another mile and a half and driving back. AWESOME! It was agreed that we'd run a little further and her friend, T, would drive us back.
During the ride back to the start/finish, we talked about our marathon training, injuries, kids, pretty much a runner's "getting to know you" session. Then with about a half mile left, I mentioned that I would like to volunteer as a coach for the training team one year when I am not marathon training (adding that I am actually a certified coach).
At which point, T turned to me and said, "Oh, do you have a website?" My buddy, K, jumped in and said, "Yes. And she makes the cutest headbands too." Then, T looked at me and said, "Oh my God. You're TMB. I was on your website the other day. You're like famous." I snickered and said, "Yes, that's me. And look, now you get to tell everyone that you drove me back to my car when I was stranded."
It was funny. And weird. It's not the first time someone has recognized me from my blog or dailymile or my website. But, I'm not really used to it. And it ALWAYS makes me realize that even though I think I "know" my readers (at least my commenters), there are actually a lot more people out there that "know" me (and subsequently, my family) from all of this.
Fortunately, for me, I am a "tell it like it is" kind of person. The TMB you get here is the same one you'd get if you met me face-to-face. I'm honest and frank and I try my best to think before I speak. Because, you NEVER know who knows who ...