Dear Rach

Dear Rach,

Before we got married, we promised that we’d never stop writing each other letters. But for one reason or another, we never got around to doing it. So this is me trying to rectify the situation. Now I’m not saying that I can turn this into a regular thing, but I will try to make it a point to write one on special occasions. Special occasions like our third wedding anniversary which we are celebrating today.

I don’t think I’ve ever told you this before, but I think you are the funniest person I know. Some people may call me funny, but I have to work at it really hard. Your humor is unforced, and natural. You are, quite simply, what it is to have a good laugh after a long day.

It is this quality which proves time and again why you are the only person I can spend my life with. You don’t need me to recount all the shit we’ve gone through together. But even though I sometimes feel like we have more than our share of drama, the fact that I’m going through it with you gives me that assurance that before long, it will all be over and we can get back to what it is we do best: laugh.

You are one of the most intelligent, driven, and focused people I know. It’s no wonder why you’ve accomplished as much as you have at such an early age, and despite the odds stacked against you. I just need to remind you that there is a reason for the trials you’re facing now. I know without a doubt that you are destined for great things. But the universe just needs to be sure that you are ready. That’s all it is. So just punch through all of this drama because in the grand scheme of things, they’re nothing more than practice. And when the main event does come, don’t be afraid of it either, because I’ll be with you for it; like I’ve always done so in the past.

We have a very exciting future ahead of us, and I couldn’t ask for a better companion than you. I love you Rach. Happy Anniversary!

Run!

So I recently got started on this whole running thing. It started out last year actually. After seeing some of my friends (Noelle, and a bunch of other people not on the internet)  join a couple of marathons, I idly mused about the possibility of doing it myself just to see what it would be like. Apparently, the Universe heard me, and is holding me to that promise. I swear, the Universe has no sense of humor whatsoever. Also, arms; but that’s not the point of this post.

Anyway, running didn’t appear to be all that hard. I mean, I have been running since I was born (after food, away from dogs; then when I got older, away from cops). But then when I got started on the treadmill, no amount of imaginary burgers or hotdogs in front of me could get me to run for very long. So I had to redefine running to be “the act of walking at a pace fast enough to feel a slight breeze, but slow enough not to cause me any physical discomfort.”

I’d spend an hour or two working out like that and I was OK. (Let it be said that I have also redefined working out as “the act of spending the minimum amount of time in the gym so as not to let my gym membership go to waste, while not doing any real working out whatsoever.” I guess these months of “working out” at the gym have deluded me into thinking I was ready to join my first run.

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