I spent the 8 miles reflecting about how lucky I am and how far I've come. Not just me. I was thinking about Brian and me (I? myself?) . We met 21 years ago. That in itself is insane. I'm not going to recap the last 21 years. All I will say is we were together for awhile, apart for awhile, and thankfully, are spending the rest of our lives together. It sounds silly but I always knew we would be together; even when we were apart. But never in my wildest dreams could I have imagined how amazing things would be.
I promise this will not turn into a mushy love story post. It will be about running, kind of. As I was running, I thought about the first time Brian and I moved to Seattle. We had been married a week. We packed up a U-Haul and drove across the country. We had no jobs and knew nobody. We were happy and broke. I remember one afternoon, before we found jobs, we decided to splurge. We went out and rented Vanilla Sky (waste of $5), bought a pizza and a 6 pack of cheap beer. I remember talking about how one day we would look back and think what an amazing time it was. And it was.
Nine years, and 2 kids later, and we're back. Things couldn't be more different. We are no longer in the city. We moved to, what might be, the perfect place for us. As I ran around our new home it dawned on me; this is where I have always wanted to be. Not specifically this place, but a small town, on the water, near a city. It is perfect.
Now...back to the run. It was awesome. Slow, but awesome. I enjoyed every mile. I stopped and took pictures. I talked to a couple walking their dog. Said "Hi" to the dozens of other people running.
|This is less than a mile from our house.|
It felt like it was a mile long. Wish I could say I stopped just to take this picture. To be honest, it was an excuse, because I couldn't breathe.
Here is one last picture of the beautiful place I am lucky enough to call home.
I ran 23 miles this week. I think my goal was 25 but I also took 2 spin classes. I'm feeling good, and I should be ready to run a good race at the Mercer Island Half. I really need to register for it. My secret goal is under 2 hours. This is a pretty unrealistic goal but something to shoot for.