Twelve years ago B. and I ran one of those run to the new year type of races. You know, the ones that start at 11 or 11:30 and then you celebrate the new year with your fellow runners. I remember that I had to work until about 10pm, and then B. picked me up and we drove to the race just in time for the start. It was frigid, but we had a great run. I don't have any record of our times, but I believe we finished together and just relaxed and enjoyed it. We finished before midnight so we ran out to the parking lot because B. wanted to get something out of the car. At this point B. realized that he had locked his keys inside the car, so as our fellow runners were yelling "Happy New Year" to one another we were standing out in the freezing cold waiting for AAA. Once we had the keys, B. had me wait outside for a moment. Before I knew it he was on one knee proposing to me! I was completely floored and caught by surprise. Even now thinking about it I am swept up by the romance of it- B. knew I preferred a race to a fancy dinner and that made him the perfect partner for me.
Can you believe that B. still has his race shirt from that day? It's not because he is a romantic, he just can't bear to get rid of any clothing that has not been completely worn to shreds:
Usually with the busyness of the holidays and F's birthday on the 29th, I don't give too much thought to our engagement date. But this New Year's Eve I am feeling a bit nostalgic. I think we'll crack open some champagne for once and toast the past 12 New Year's Eve's we have spent together.
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