Seventeen years plus a day of marriage

Today marks the first day of Fall. Elise and I celebrated our 17th wedding anniversary last night. We stayed up too late and we ate things that our 40-something-year-old bodies just don’t agree with these days. Namely fried pickles and buffalo wings. We went to bed after midnight. We can barely pull that off on New Year’s Eve. We slept in until almost 9 a.m.

A slow start to the morning. We had scrambled eggs with spinach and toast. I wanted to go for a run so I could hit 30+ miles this week. Around 11 a.m. I felt human enough to go for a run. I asked Elise if she wanted to go for a 5-mile bike ride. She thought I was inviting her to go ride bikes. I cleared the confusion by telling her I was going to run. She could ride a bike. She agreed.

So we set out and we talked and ran and rode. It was a lot of fun. We headed east on Slaughter, north on Beckett, right on Convict Hill and checked out the progress on the Will Hampton Library. Not much progress there other than the early stages of gutting it. Then we hit the trails behind the library that connect to Dick Nichol’s park. Then we crossed Beckett again to go onto the Latta Branch greenbelt.

We meandered through puddles and the suburban streets. Just Elise and me. Talking about everything and nothing. It was a lot of fun. I love running with my wife. Even if she’s on a bike. Makes the miles just go by.

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