Not Related to Running...
This post has nothing to do with running. But, since I mentioned our 2nd 2nd wedding anniversary the other day, and subsequently shared a couple of pictures from it, I would like to share with you today some photos from a very memorable, wonderful, amazing FIRST wedding, that we had some 5 months prior to our SECOND also amazing and wonderful (Bali) wedding. We had this first one in New Zealand, specifically so that my father could be a very special part of it, as fate cruelly predicted that he wouldn't be around for the wedding in Bali in May 2012. So, here are a couple of snaps from that beautiful day, one that I feel so blessed to have had. I treasure the memories from this day and think about the day and the people who were there (especially my father) often.
You may or may not have noticed there was no blog post yesterday from me yesterday. This is because it was our second second wedding anniversary (we had two weddings!) yesterday, so I didn’t want to spend time online when I could be spending it with this beautiful, amazing man:
Yes, two years ago yesterday, this was us in Bali, with our friends and family, getting married for the second time in 5 months:
We had a lovely day – the school had given us the day off for it, so we spent a relaxing, chilled morning together (after I got back from my 34km long run that is! Yep, you heard right – 34km! My longest training run EVER. I was aiming for 35km, but I was sick of back-tracking and doubling back by then, so I thought hey, am sure I’ll get that one km in at some point later in the day, by walking puppy or something…) before we went out for a long, relaxed later lunch/early dinner, reminiscing about our 2 years of marriage and all the places we’ve visited since getting together.
Great day, just a shame we didn’t organise to have today off too! Starting to feel a bit tired and achey-ish today. Although other than a bit of tiredness, I’m surprised how good my legs feel, despite the massive run. Crazy really, as when I think back to my first marathon, it was probably around the 35km mark that everything started to go wrong and my legs were spent. What a difference a few years makes. Feel happy with my progress, and it encourages me to keep going – we never know what we’re really capable of until we ‘just fucken DO IT’ hey!