All week I have been thinking about it. The last run…
…and our running routes.
The ones we carved out together almost two years ago, and have run, and run, and run some more, in the spring, summer, fall and winter (ish months…I did try to get out there when it was about 40!).
And how today would be our last run along these streets that we’ve grown to love. And the routes we’ve learned to conquer, as there are several doozy hills, and a few smaller ‘ankle biter’ hills that *always* get me way more than the doozies (why is that, anyway? the smaller incline hills kill me way more than the steep inclines sometimes…but I digress).
And how it wasn’t so much the fact that it was literally our last run along these streets…
But how this run sort of encapsulates the last two years of our relationship. How much we have grown. How much we have learned. How much we have grown closer than ever. And how much we have laughed, lived and loved every single minute of these two years, and all of those runs.
From ‘run sherpa’ing’ for my sister’s marathon and running my own 13.1, to an accidental 11 mile run, to bunny sightings and the ‘rules‘ and to run-mesia. All of those runs took place here. All of those runs took place side by side, funny anecdotes to boot, and all of those runs made me realize how M is my sherpa, in so many ways. From running, to life. He is my partner in every single way.
The last run today was nostalgic in many ways, of the running variety and of life…and where it’s leading us. The last run is the precursor to the last night, which I plan to document too. Just like I did when I moved out of my apartment and in with M almost two years ago.
…where our (run) story continues… ❤