Besides revolving around meals, movies, and study time; many of my first dates with Husband, back in the spring of 1981, involved running. We would run the perimeter of campus then go to the coliseum to run up and down the stairs between each section of seats. We would end up back at my apartment and sit on the stone wall out front talking. My dear roommates would whoop from the upstairs window. Today we celebrate 27 years of marriage. Happy anniversary, Husband!
Gotta run…
Gotta run…
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