Sorry for the two-week hiatus. I have some pretty big non-fitness related news to report: Matt and I are engaged!
Want to re-get to know Matthew? I recommend these posts:
I’ll hold off on rewinding the last two weeks of workouts (though some highlights include a 25-mile bike ride and a tennis lesson) to share the story of our proposal.
If you only care about how many times I went to Physique 57 last week (just once, actually), no hard feelings but you might want to skip this post.
Here. we. go.
Matt and I plan date nights regularly. (Awwww.) These aren’t (or don’t need to be) fancy, high-production value events, just dedicated one-on-one time. We had a date on the books for Thursday, August 4. The loose plan was to walk through Central Park and eat dinner on the East Side.
The first present Matthew ever gave me was delivered right before our first trip together.
A little helpful background before you read on: Whenever I travel, I keep a very descriptive journal. More than just write notes in it, I tape business cards, train tickets and other keepsakes into the book. Ask me what hostel I stayed in Udaipur, India in 2009, and I’d hand you their business card.
My college friend Michael and his then-fiancee, now-wife Lauren were getting married in Paris. Matt and I decided to extend the trip and spent the week before the wedding in Morocco. This is pre-Cuckoolemon! Before we left, Matt gave me a leather-bound travel journal. I loved it! I used it to capture our trips together to Morocco, France, Ecuador, Colombia, etc and I’ve long ago filled every page. I wanted another one.
Walking through the park last Thursday, Matt veered us into the Ramble. When the crowds thinned, he said he had a present for me. “Something small, no big deal really,” I believe was the descriptor.
He handed me what looked like a gift-wrapped book, or maybe a picture frame. I tore open the wrapping to reveal a leather-bound journal, just like the first one. Except this one said “Will you marry me?” on it.
I flipped out. Some teenage tourists starting to snap photos on their iPhones and Matt got down on one knee and asked me to marry him. I had to bite my tongue and let him actually ask the question, before screaming “yes!”
Afterward, Matt had arranged for our immediate families to be in a nearby restaurant. His sister (Hi, Dana) even flew in from Colorado to be there, which was incredibly special. The whole experience was surreal.
So that’s it for now! I’ll be back next week with some fitness fun.
P.S. Please RSVP to the wedding in the comments. (Just kidding. Kinda?)