Today is the day that I get to celebrate time that I have
spent with a very special person in my life, my wife. We have been married for eight years, and
known each other for over 11 years.
Scary to think about it but I have known her for a 1/3 of my life.
We have had a lots of fun over the last eight years. We have also taken some big leaps together as
well. We moved over 500miles from home
for a job that we had no idea how it was going to go. There been some tuff times because of the
leaps but in the end I think that we have grown stronger because of them.
When my wife meet me I was not running at the time. I call it my seven-year hiatus. I was still very interested in running and
the sport I just was not running. After
we moved to where we are now I started running again. I did things the smart way starting out with
very low miles (highest month was 92, 525 for the year). At the time she did not understand what was
about to unfold or how crazy runners get.
But she still stuck by letting me know how crazy I am, shaking her head
as I get ready for a run in the freezing cold or the sweltering heat. She has expressed her worries before my first
marathon (thanks to the hottest Chicago and Twin Cities marathons in recent
history). Now she I think has come to
understand my running and me more.
So on our anniversary I thought she should know that even
with all these miles ran and races paid for, I still love her more.