To the guy who used to tease me and chase me around the pool with frogs.
To the guy who asked permission first before kissing me.
To the guy who first taught me to run a mile, then 3, then 6, and eventually 26.
To the guy who called me 24 times, left 10 voicemails, and 3 text messages in a plot to get me to meet him so he could propose.
To the guy who’s taken me on many adventures including to Vancouver for the Olympics!
To the guy who won’t eat onions, ketchup, or cantaloupe.
To the guy who can’t sit still and always needs something “to do.”
To the guy who has supported my goals and endured many lonely hours of housework while I was out training.
I would not be TriGrlTri without you!