Faced with a busier than average day, I decided to drag myself to a 5:45 spin class this morning.

As I was bent over adjusting my bike, another rider (whose daughter has played soccer with the TQ) walked in with a guest. The guest introduced herself to the teacher as, "Janice".

I looked up. The woman's guest was her sister, currently living in California.

The sister and I had gone to the same high school and both did field events for the track team.

One season.

TWENTY years ago.

In Germantown, Tennessee. I lived in Germantown less than a calendar year, but remembered Janice who was someone who was kind to me, offering training pointers and rides to meets and practices.

And, despite being an all star/all state athlete who was a senior when I was a sophomore (and not an outstanding athlete at ALL), she remembered me, too.

It (kind of) made hitting the gym (as opposed to the sack!) worth it.