So I cross the finish line of The Bear Chase and am walking through the queue of those handing out medals and refreshments. My mind is that of most runners’ minds when you cross the finish line: completely clear, and yet full of thought, all at the same time. No, seriously, try putting into words what your mental capacity is after crossing the finish line of a race. It’s kind of the same feeling as being proposed to: so much going through your mind, but yet, a simple feeling of solidarity. Yes.

That’s what I said, after I caught my breath and tackled Pete to the ground after I saw him on bended knee.

So I crossed the finish line and was walking through the “chute” when I looked up and saw my friend Garrett. What? What is Garrett doing here? A quick thought of, “oh, he must be spectating” crossed my mind. Then, hey, there’s Tom and Christina, and Mike, and Molly, and Ben, and…

There were so many familiar faces the only thing I could think of was, “wait, this was only a half marathon. Why are all my friends here?” I was clearly confused, gave Tom a hug, and heard Mike say, “there’s a guy over here that wants to ask you something.”

I look up and see Pete on bended knee with a ring and a dozen red roses. Oh, and a huge grin on his face.

I about fainted. I was completely shocked and had no clue what to do. I remember starting to shake and having tears pool in my eyes. After catching my breath and realizing what was happening, I tackled Pete to the trail.

I feel so blessed to have so many amazing people in my life – and Pete’s. To those that came out to the race, and those that relayed their well-wishes, I sincerely can’t say thank you enough.

And to Pete, I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: ring or not, I can’t see my life without you.