It was 4 a.m. the morning of the Big Sur Half Marathon and I was having a small panic attack because I couldn't find Band-Aids anywhere. Instead of saying something like "that sucks," Sam went out in the pre-dawn coldness and found a place that was open and sold them because they didn't have the right kind at the hotel front desk.
|Big Sur Half Marathon|
A few minutes before the Pengelly Single Dip, I realized I'd forgotten to put my timing chip on my shoe. Sam knelt down and fixed it for me, and then again when I didn't think it was right, and then again when I was still afraid it would fall off.
|Pengelly Single Dip|
After the Run for the Luck of It last year, I was bummed over a disappointing finish time. Sam took me on a hike and got my mind off it. He's driven back to race finish areas when I've forgotten to print off my results, and peanut buttered countless bagels. He's gone to all the expos, events, and film festivals. He's pinned on my bib, fixed my timing chip, and taken a metric you-know-what-ton of pictures. And he's always there cheering at the finish, race after race.
Thanks to Sam, my Valentine and biggest supporter. Love you to the moon.