I have always regretted that, not the near-fistfight in the restaurant (they totally dissed my friend John Braden at the meeting who was there as my guest) but the whole sorry mess of trying to run underwater all those months. I learned that you need your people on a board, it's not enough just to do good work and think that people will adhere to long-standing custom and common civility.
I moved on from the club and I rarely speak with anyone from it. Brian subsequently became president and then recently, after some particularly outrageous remarks dissing ordinary runners that made it into the Washington Post, someone else was elected president (selected would be a better word), from the training side. : ) Over the weekend, out of the clear blue sky, I received this email from Brian in my personal account:
Hey Peter, long time no see/talk,
I think I spotted you on the C&O canal today, well actually you were on Cap Crescent, and I was on the C&O.
I was so concentrated on making it to the bathroom at Fletchers that I didn't notice you until you were directly beside me.
How's your running been? Still have nagging injuries? You look like you are in the best shape since I've known you.
B.
Here's what I sent in reply a couple of days later:
Good to hear from you Brian,
No that wasn't me on the C&O, this weekend I was on the W&OD. It must have been my doppelgänger.
Take care,
Peter
People don't change but I suppose they can mature.
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