Dear husband,
I want you to know how proud I am of you for hanging up the bike and running your tree trunks off for this marathon. You are a stellar athlete. You will be fantastical. Dear anyone who didn't get into the Houston marathon, I am sorry I took a spot and won't be using it. If it helps, my little runner's heart is broken to little salt-grain sized pieces. Dear rehab, I want my small fortune back. Dear bicycle, looking forward to getting to know you better. Dear month of January, I am ready for you to go now. Dear Man with a Plan, sometimes I don't get you. That's okay. Dear husband, I'll start working on my bedazzled shirt I plan to wear to cheer you on. Run for it, Marty!
Wife
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