Running to the Altar (part I)

Oh, do you really want to hear this story? Really? I don't even know where to start...

Husband and I dated forEVER. It got to the point where, every gift giving holiday, I would hope for the ring. Then, when it didn't come...I'd be all bummed out:( Don't get me wrong, Husband wasn't a bad guy...he was just a guy, ya know...clueless.

He took me to St. Barts on my ring. We ate at an insanely expensive restaurant on my ring. Christmas' came and ring. I would say the last three years of the eight year relationship...I. WANTED. A. RING.

Well, you guessed it...instead of a ring, he dumped me:O I. WAS. A. MESS! So much of a mess, that I packed up my apartment, took a leave of absence from my trading gig, threw my cat in my Moms car, and moved my butt to Denver to live with the Bro for a while.

I know some folks drown themselves in Ben & Jerry's after a big break, I ran up mountains. I joined the craziest group of runners I've ever met. So crazy, that we were jumping fences of high school tracks at 5am to run laps! Seriously...ask me to tell you the story about the 20 miler double back up a canyon...really.

I'm out in Denver beating myself into a running stupor...when who should fly out and drop the Tiffany's ring on guessed it...Husband...but that is NOT the happy ending (shaking my head).

No sooner did he get back on the plane and land in Chicago (I stayed in Denver to pack up)...did he call me and say "I can't go through with it." Hello mess! I was a big 'ole bucket of messity, mess, mess, mess. I had just bought all of the Bride magazines to start looking at dresses. I kid you not...I walked tossed all of them in the dumpster outside The Bro's pad. Oh, what a sad cat I was...

You with me so far? I waited for a dumped...moved to proposed to...then got dumped again. Yeah, you could say it was a long month:P

ALL I did that summer was run. I ran up mountains, I ran down mountains, I did sprints on tracks, I ran in downtown Denver, I ran on trails with Olympic athletes (talk about feeling slow)...My theory has always been pick one and work on it (meaning personal, professional, or physical). My personal life was shattered, my professional life was on hold...I felt like all I could control was physical...and it's all I did. I became a marathon training machine.

Months went by, and I had to get back to Chicago to run the big race. I packed up and made tracks to the big city. I will never forget how I felt driving up Lake Shore Drive heading to my apartment...coming home was a great feeling. The city that was the mess I had to run just felt like home.

I moved on with my life when I got back....ran my race (rocked it)...dated (that was bizarre). Deep down inside, I remember waiting outside my apartment for nameless dates and comparing them all to Husband. I never wanted to admit to myself I was doing it...but I was (made me so mad).

One thing about Chicago that always amazes me, you NEVER run into people. I kid you not, I lived blocks away from Husband...and we never ran into each other. Crazy...right?

I'd say a good six months had gone by since the big break up. I was dating a couple guys (one a crazy ex boyfriend from college, the other an Italian guy who spent half his time in Chicago). Truth is...I was just dating to be dating. I didn't want to be bitter dumped girl (which is what I was:P)

Who do I see one cold day in December, coming right towards me, on the running path? Husband. That heart skipped...

Good Lord this story is long! Come back tom. and I'll finish it up for you. Oh, and the count on the Flash Dance is over 40!!! We are so a go for Friday:O


  1. Okay, I'm hooked.

    He has taste. A ring from Tiffany's! Okay, well he dumped you afterwards so maybe he doesn't have taste after all.

    I still can't get over how you ran after he dumped you. I'm a Ben and Jerry's wallower kind of girl. Oh, and I listen to depressing music too.

  2. I can't believe you stopped there . . . you're killing me!

  3. AHHHHHHHHHHHH! You stopped there?!?

  4. OMG - I want the rest of the story. NOW!

  5. Looking forward to the final part... Wow!

  6. Grrrrr....

    You're finishing like, today, right?

  7. Why didn't you finish the story???? Its like a cliffhanger here except we kinda know the final final ending.

  8. Good grief, you were dumped TWICE?!? Why do men panic when they've met the right woman? And I think they all do.
    My husband and I were dating for a few years and he took me on a romantic weekend to a remote cottage in the woods...and dumped me. Panicked and broke up with me.
    Yep, he came back a few months later...I don't know that I could have gone through that TWICE though. AND with a ring. He is lucky to have you!!

  9. I can't wait for the rest! I love happy endings:)

  10. My husband runs into people he knows in Chicago all the time, but I never do! It's the weirdest thing!

  11. Duuuuude, where's the rest? That's not nice!

  12. GAHHH.... You can't stop there... I might pout.
    Please please continue!...

    Ok... I can wait... I am patient.

  13. I LIED... I am NOT patient!!!

    PLLLEEEAASSEEE.... sneak preview.. I wanna know what you did when you saw him.

    Did you heart skip a beat because you tripped him? Maybe... Maybe?

  14. Oh man . . . waiting for part two.



    Hitting refresh.



    Is it Friday yet?

  15. That was just mean, NW. Come back and tell the rest of the story.

  16. oh girl...if I didn't already know you married him...I'd be so mad at you right now for leaving me hanging like that. LOL

  17. Oh wow. Why have you not published this story in a book?!

    I was hanging on every word.

  18. I like your running attitude, instead of drowning sorrows in chocolate. I am ready to read part 2.


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