The Saddest Story

I have never known anything like the love and joy I was lucky enough to share with Lil. The two years we spent together were the very best of my life. I am forever indebted to her. Her strength, compassion, unending drive, and smile inspired me to be a better man. And I will be haunted by her eyes, grey like a ghost in a mist, forever.

Sadly, Lil and I had to let the other go. Not for a lack of love, desire, or any reason typically articulated by former lovers. We realized we just needed to let the other person be who they need to be, and we loved the other enough to let go. I know, those three lines utterly fail to describe the difficulty and struggle and tears we experienced, but they embody the heart of the reason we separated.

I dedicated my old blog to our running adventures and a chronicle of our preparation for the 2008 Chicago Marathon. Reading it today brings back wonderful but sometimes bittersweet memories; and I can’t help but feel the great weight of emptiness that arrives on the shoulders of knowing no future memories of Big and Lil will be created.

But life is what happens while you are busy making plans.

After taking several months off, all of November and December, I’m back to the pavement. The Bayshore Marathon awaits.