Last day of Blogtember: Share a photo of something old. Maybe something that has personal history for you, that was passed down to you, and that has special meaning to you. Tell us about it and why it’s special.
First, a special thanks to Jenni at Story of My Life for hosting Blogtember and coming up with all of the interesting topics.
So I was going to write about my wedding ring as it is very special to me. It is an antique setting that was given to me by my husband and passed down thru his family. It was his grandmother’s ring that was passed to his uncle who did not use it, so he gave it to my husband when he was thinking of proposing. This ring is indeed very special to me and probably is the rightful subject of this pose, but I will save writing about it for another day, perhaps the story of its 10,000 mile tune-up.
Today, the photo I am sharing is of something relatively new, but it is something that has been passed down to me and hold very special meaning for me.
I came to running later in life. My sisters raced cross-country for a spell in high school, while I stuck with soccer. Honestly, I did not like running in high school. I really could have left it. In college, I started jogging. SF was a good place for getting out and I still remember the first time I made it to the Great Highway (and back!) for approximately an 8 mile run. I was starting to get the bug.
Fast forward a few years to when I met my now husband. Unlike me, my husband is a lifelong runner with a record to boot. He held a high school record for nearly 20 years, so let’s just say he is fast. When we were dating, he would go running. I started to go running more too. Sometimes we would run together, sometimes apart, but we would each run.
When we moved in together, we started running a loop around Belmont and San Carlos. This loop holds a lot of history for us. We continued to run it when we moved from Belmont to San Carlos. Lucky for us, our apartment was still on the loop.
One, cold rainy December morning, I decide I would rather snuggle under the comforters than go out for the run that D had asked me to go on earlier in the week. Normally, he would just go on his own, but this particular morning, he would not budge – I had to go on the run.
Now, my reference that my husband likes to run, prefers to run fast and rarely stops. This morning, he kept checking his sock during the run. We did an out and back that morning instead of the loop. After the big hill, he pulls me into an alcove at this gorgeous house at the top of the hill and proposes!
I can hardly remember all of the lovely things that he said to me in that moment. It was one of the moments where you wish you had a tape recorder to record it all. I was thrilled.
Over the last 10 years, we have continued to run that loop. The home that we bought happens to be not far off the loop, so the loop just became a bit longer. Each time I run by that house, I think of my husband and the wonderful gift that he gave me that day of sharing a life together as well as sharing his love of running.
Over the last year as I sought to get healthy, I have turned back to running. I did a few too many half-marathons one year and had to take a little break. I started training for another half last month and I feel like running, especially following a training program has this definite sense of grounding.
So without further adieu, here are my current running shoes:
They were a bit pink for my tastes at first, but now they make me happy to put them on.