Stuart and I met doing something he loves—and something I’ve always been unsure about: running. It was a cold, dark Monday night when I agreed to join a run club after being promised I wouldn’t have to run alone. But once the run began, I quickly realized I was on my own. A few minutes later, on Caroline Ave, someone came up beside me and started a conversation. It was Stuart. He stayed with me for the rest of the loop, talking with me the entire way and making a difficult run feel a little lighter. Later, I saw he titled it a “recovery run” on Strava, while my heart rate told an entirely different story. Since that night, we’ve shared many bike rides, runs, and walks—moments that have become some of my favorites. But the one I’m most looking forward to is walking down the aisle to him on March 28, 2026.