Oh the romance of running! The sheer gorgeous romance of it!
Anyone who thinks running is only about running – think again!
This morning, in the killer Delhi pre-monsoon heat, one of the prettiest young ladies I know, and the person responsible for getting me to start running, got married.
To a fellow runner.
Katha and Dave were introduced by one of the girls in my running group at a post-run brunch. And well, after they met, their love story just ran and ran.
They discovered they were true sole mates.
They ran into each others’ arms. You could even say they raced into each others’ arms.
Dear Katha and Dave, here’s wishing you both lots of PBs in your new life together.
OK, OK, OK.
That’s probably enough bad puns.
(Though actually, if any of you can think of any more suitable wedding-running puns, do please let me know. Love to include them!)
So there you go, fellow runners. A lovely story that all began with running.