I was running to work, thinking ahead to this year’s Plusnet Yorkshire Half Marathon – Sheffield (Sheffield Half Marathon) and suddenly recalled one of the weirdest things ever to happen to me as a result of my running. Blew my mind it did – and still does.
I ran the 2008 race (I think that was the one, might have been 2007) and had a thoroughly good time as always*. A couple of days later, I was walking through town, past the City Library, when an elderly gentleman starting calling to me. Beckoned me toward him. Kept saying he recognised me. Odd to say the least.
I had no idea who he was, really hadn’t a clue – but he was very sure he knew who I was. I felt a little awkward as he continued to explain that he’d been watching the half marathon come through the city centre and had recognised me walking past, despite being dressed in a completely different outfit and not running. From quite a distance he’d shouted me over, so I began to think he must be very much mistaken, yet since I’m so polite – I humoured him.
Then he told me he had a photograph of me, among several he’d taken on the day, developed already and in his hand! No kidding, he had already developed them and was fishing through them as I began to feel all the more awkward.
But to my surprise (and horror) he fishes out a picture of me running. We’re in almost exactly the same spot, near the Millennium Garden (which was the route back then) and he’s picked me out from 50 meters in a complete change of clothes – and has pics of me in his hand, despite thousands of runners having been through that area on the day.
I thanked him enormously (grateful that I was alive and I was free to go) and walked away, clutching my disturbing pictures (that he’d let me keep).
Sadly, I can’t remember where I put them – but if I find them, I’ll put them here for all to see. Frrrrrrreaky!
*struggling with the will to live.