I was just reading through my posts, and realized there was one thing missing across the board.

B.

He’s been there since the beginning of my running journey and while he hasn’t always taken to the road with me, he’s always been there. Unwavering. Always supporting.

And usually freezing.

He’s picked up where I have slacked off, from tiding up the house to cooking dinner while I pass out on the couch. He’s been patient when I come home from a long run, and can barely get up the stairs.

He’s driven me to start lines, climbed mountains to see me half way, and scooped me up at finish lines. Even though I don’t always see him while I’m scanning the spectator area, I know he’s out there.

And I don’t know how I can ever thank him.

So today, I want to tell everyone about my awesome man. While he thinks I’m nuts for doing what I do, he never doubts that I can achieve what I set my mind to.

Thank you, from the bottom of my heart.