I was in Vegas this past weekend. No reason really, except for notbeing in Tucson. So I skipped town and headed over to the next state for too much amazing food and a little R & R. Vegas might not be the first spot you think of for relaxation, but it can work—you just have to put your mind to it and go to bed before the sun comes up. Speaking of amazing food, if you’ve never had Sunday brunch at the Bellagio, you absolutely must go before you die. It will actually make you pray for a stomach 3 sizes larger than the one you actually have. It’s cruel actually, because they know you will fill up before you have a chance to try even a fraction of it all and then you just end up disappointed. Or sick from trying anyway.
But the highlight of my weekend, besides the opportunity to get out of the house and interact with other humans, was being recognized in public…for blogging. Every once in a while someone recognizes me for track, like that one time the cable guy came over and remembered me from my days at Arizona, or just regular track participants or fans of the sport, or even being mistaken for another athlete I’m not. It’s all very flattering. And this conversation started out as most of those do…
Excuse me, what’s your name?
Quick deducing in my head…ok, he’s not hitting on me, he knows my name. Maybe I know him from somewhere. I don’t think so…
YEAH. ARE YOU A TRACK COACH OR SOMETHING? (not really giving off the fellow athlete vibe, so the next obvious guess.)
No, I read your blog.
And to be honest, he kind of whispered it as if you aren’t supposed to admit such things in public, but I was actually quite delighted. I think he found his way there after a google search following my picture in SI, and he’s stuck around ever since. And that’s quite fine with me. In fact, I find it quite flattering that I have found people interested in my journey and my ramblings that are NOT track fans, just somewhat interested in me, when at times there really isn’t all that much that seems interesting.
So I’d just like to say thank you for saying hello and acknowledging me. I’m guessing this is something like what Z list celebrities go through, although on a much smaller scale. Attention is one thing, but attention for something you actually do or have done is much more gratifying. I still have plans to grace the cover of a Wheaties box and have my face recognized world-wide for being a stud athlete, but in the meantime, a stranger in Vegas who likes my blog will have to do.