5 years ago I was 21, going on 22. Hundred and five pounds. Single. Peppy.
Met this guy. 24, mean and lost. At least as lost as I was as a new graduate student.
Today, we’re still lost and I’m again a new graduate student. The single grey hair that I brought with me has turned into a hundred on my head and the “single” on my husband’s, who happens to be the mean and lost guy.
He by the way is no longer a new graduate student. 29 years old and 9 pounds lighter, he’s working on the sprint– up, out and ahead. Peppier than I remember meeting him. Fathering a bunny.
Mothering the bunny, I am 5 years older, running on 27 and low fuel. Well 50 pounds heavier and in all honesty, not running all that much. But loving it nonetheless.