Love around the block
“Remember when I first met you, I couldn’t even run a block?” – my husband asked me as we were enjoying a recent post-run brunch. We immediately had flashbacks of the scenario in 2004 that went a little something like this… During my visits with my guy friends (my husband and his roommates) on a popular Halloween street in Louisville, KY, I would often run on the sidewalks of this eclectic neighborhood. I was about to take a jog one day when my complicated relationship buddy (my husband) asked to join. I told him that I would love to have a buddy to run with, but don’t hesitate to stop if you need to. I didn’t run with a Garmin or have fancy technology, so I never knew how many precise miles I would run or what my pace was. After all, I was a girl working hard at 3-4 jobs who would use Christmas money to buy new running shoes each year. Few minutes into the run I heard him breathing a little hard. I asked, “Hey, are you doing okay?” His response was breathle