Will the real Tricia please stand up

Following Jeff's lead, I decided to do a google search on my first and last name. Unlike Jeff, I had 27 pages of results. I looked at a couple of them, and only found one that was actually me: results of a 10K I ran in Richmond, April 2000 (it was a great race for me, too, sub 48 minutes). There is a woman of my name who has run in many races: running, mountain bike, and triathalons. She's only a few years older and lives in Virginia. Small world.

So I received my first hostile post this weekend. To paraphrase Oscar Wilde, the only thing worse than getting blog comments is not getting blog comments. Or something like that.