Once upon a time, in a land not so far away, was a lonely runner girl looking for love. She carefully perused her social media accounts each day in hopes of finding the one. How did people even meet before the internet?
One day Runner Girl received a friend request from someone in her hometown. He thought they had met, but she wasn’t sure. They had hundreds of mutual friends. A cursory review of his profile indicated that he was a runner. He seemed legit (and he was cute) so she gladly accepted his request! Maybe, just maybe, he would turn out to be the one.
Not wanting to appear overly eager, she let a few months go by. In the meantime, she diligently vetted his profile. Every status update further solidified her initial feeling that maybe, just maybe, this guy was the one.
She tried to be patient, but patience was never one of Runner Girl’s virtues, so one day she decided to just go for it. She sent him a direct message. What she really wanted to say was, “Hey! You’re a runner. I’m a runner too! Let’s get hitched!” She thought that might scare him away, so instead she said something like, “Hey! I know you are a runner. I am looking for some good routes and groups to run with. Do you have any suggestions?”
The white knight responded gallantly with a ton of information about local running groups, local races, etc. They messaged back and forth a few times, sharing stories of races and runs past. A week or two later, they decided to meet for a run!
He suggested the time and location. They were to meet after work on Friday afternoon and run two miles together at a local park. In her mind, this was the equivalent of a date for coffee: just testing the waters to see if dinner was even in the cards. It was nothing too fancy, but it definitely had potential. Not wanting to appear desperate, she threw on an old race shirt and a pair of baggy shorts and went to meet this guy for a run.
In hindsight, she would’ve chosen something a little nicer, a little flirtier. He, however, was dressed for the occasion in short shorts and no shirt. Ooh la la. Runner Girl was slightly embarrassed, as she hadn’t known that men ran without shirts, but then again, she had never run with a man before.
They chatted nonstop about everything under the sun. It turned out that they had a lot more in common than just mutual friends. They determined that they had unknowingly crossed paths on several occasions before. They both felt like there was a reason that they hadn’t “officially” met until this day and at this point in their lives. On that fateful day, two miles turned into eight miles. She had completed her longest run in about 2 years and nearly collapsed into his arms at the end.
They planned to meet again the next week to do an even longer run. This time, however, her dreams came crashing down. He stood her up!
What?! She was so sure that he was the one! She thought he might be on the same page as well, but obviously not. Runner Girl was distraught. She had just met the most thoughtful, kind, caring man and now, just like that, it was over!
He would later message her and apologize profusely for not being there. He was unavoidably detained (translation: he set his alarm for p.m. instead of a.m.). He convinced her to let him take her out to dinner that night to make up for it.
Was this part of his plan all along? Who knows? She figured that she had nothing to lose at this point. Over the course of the next few weeks, they ran together several more times, went out to dinner together several times and had the ultimate Define The Relationship (DTR) talk. During that DTR, it was decided that Runner Girl would never be lonely again. She had a boyfriend. This boyfriend would become her fiancé about two months later and her husband a few months after that.
Eight years and countless miles later, Mr. & Mrs. Sesame are still running strong.
Have you ever found love on the run?