Who's on first? What's on second?

I do my best to read the blogs everyday and do some blogging myself. But I am disappointed with myself. There are still names on the list of bloggers that I can't put a face to and vice versa. And on the Saturday runs, I fear asking someone what their name is even though I have seen them time and time again. I have been told I don't have an "open" demeanor, that I sometimes scowl or frown, making me non-approachable. I'm sure those moments were simply nothing more than gas, but of course no one else knows that unless they're near...
So I want to apologize to everyone that I haven't held a conversation with yet - it's nothing personal, I'm just bad at taking the first step toward initiating dialogue. I do recognize you as a member of the Makeover family, if that means anything. For those of you I do speak with, I apologize as well. Because, if you don't remember me ever calling you by your name, it's because one day a week we meet for a few fleeting moments either in line at the restroom or after the run while recovering and honestly, it's not enough. Please understand, it's not that I don't care. For eight years people called me by my last name. Once I left the service and people started calling Michelle, it really took a few weeks to register who they were talking to. It is true... if you don't use it, you lose it. I didn't use your names, and I lost them somewhere in my brain-housing group. I try to use association to remember people:

Alice is the one that runs a steady pace - who ran with Susan last year.
Phaedra has the cute hair.
Carol is gadet queen.
Mary Lee is the tough cookie that walks her miles.
Melissa Thomas is the fiesty one.
Sunny is the one with braids stumbled upon those sweet and salty bars that are always sold out.

I know more people, but you get the drift. In my lifetime, I know I've known at least 50 people, so I know I can learn and befriend 50 more...since I've forgotten most of those first fifty by now.

Oh, and for those of you who can't put a face with the name, I'm the one that either blinded you on the 8 miler we did a few weeks back when took my shirt off. If that doesn't ring a bell, I have the long single swinging braid that helps me keep time while I jog.
Take care my fellow marathoners. See you Saturday.