The first time I met James Elson, he recognised me, out of context, from a photograph when he was at mile 135 of an ultra. In fact, he not only recognised me, but also put a name to me. All within the space of about 10 seconds.
It blew my mind, not least because I would struggle to recognise my husband if he turned up unexpectedly when I was 24 hours into an ultra.
I was reminded of it today as a runner passed me on the North Downs Way and said “Hello, Louise”. I’m ashamed to say that despite wracking my brains, I still can’t place him.
So. If you were taking part in the Gatliff Marathon today and passed me on the North Downs Way, “Hello! I hope your race went well, and I’m sorry that I am so bad at putting names to faces.”