As usual, I’m still here, still running, still losing weight. Hopefully will be losing even more within the next 6 months or so because a couple of weeks ago we went to Brussels, and on the way we stopped off in Bruges which if you’ve been following for a while you’ll know is probably my favourite city in the world. So, we were just walking over this bridge by Minnewater (the lake of lovers) and we both commented how there’s normally loads of people there and you’re fighting your way through people stopped or taking pictures but at that particular moment, magically, there was no one else to be seen. So we stopped to take in the view and I could hear my boyfriend fiddling behind me, I couldn’t believe he couldn’t just stand there and admire it, then I turned around and he was holding a ring box! So he asked me to marry him and after a few choice swear words (out of shock!) (anyone ever heard of anyone else, on being proposed to, telling their spouse to “fuck off”??? Because that’s what I did!) I eventually remembered I had to reply and of course… I said yes!!
The truth slowly started dripping out… he’d told me he was ordering a new wallet a few days before. The day it was due to be delivered he told me if I missed it to not bother picking it up, it didn’t really matter. Me being the helpful fusspot I am, I completely ignored that and walked round to the sorting office and picked it up. I then forgot all about it and did my nails. Later when he got home we got packed and left straight away for Dover. When we got in the car I showed him my nails and said “look! I did my nails so they look nice for all the photos they’ll be in”. I thought I’d really pissed him off he gave me such an odd look! But I’d just been joking and after nearly 10 years sort of thought it’d actually never happen.
Turns out, yep, I picked my own engagement ring up from the sorting office. And the funny look was because he knew I was joking (we sort of tease each other about it all the time) but at the same time knew what was coming!!
So of course I did absolutely no running in Brussels, and drank far too much. And then we came home and there were loads of congratulations cards by the letterbox, and then we had to go and see all the family, and there has been lots of eating and drinking sparkling wine, it’s all been very fabulous.
So now the hard work starts.
I want to lose at least 2 stone now before the big day, which is going to be late March 2015. I’m being careful with my food but not too strict as we’ve got a beer festival this weekend, so will start properly after then. I’m also running 3 times a week. I’m going 2 miles a pop at the moment, working towards 10k. I was signed up for a 10k race in September already, but I can’t make it now.
Being a typical bride, I’m also already thinking hen do! And yes, I want running to be part of it. I’m thinking a tag line (do hen do’s have tag lines? Well, mine does!) Run, Relax, Rejoice. So we’re gonna do a race, raising money for charity- hopefully the British Heart Foundation. Then go to a spa to chill out, get a couple of treatments etc. Then finally out on the town to party! I’ve realised it’d be a bit unfair to force all of my friends to join in with all parts, so they can pick and chose what parts to join in with. So any word of any exciting races coming up early March 2015 (but nothing muddy or with obstacles! I can’t risk the bruises!) let me know!!! I’ve started trawling websites already but I guess its a little early really.
So that’s it. In case you haven’t worked out, I’m ridiculously excited and totally loved up. It took a good week for me just to be able to walk around outside without beaming at everyone I see, which was starting to get me some very odd looks in return.