When I (Meghan) was younger, my brother and I used to watch Penn State football with my parents. We used to always watch the Rose Bowl (obviously more closely when PSU went). It was like this untouchable just out of reach oasis. I used to look at it and dream of visiting it and walking up to it, sitting in a seat in the stadium. We watched the Rose Bowl parade every year, gawking at the thousands upon thousands of flowers that were used to construct such intricate and amazing floats.
When I was 19, I met Andrew in Costa Rica.
When I was 26, I started dating Andrew. When I was 26.5 Andrew took me to California, where his parents still live in La Canada.. about 20 minutes from Pasadena. Andrew drove me down the road with the painted pink stripe which marks the Rose Bowl Parade route. He drove me to the Rose Bowl. Who is this strange being that grew up THIS CLOSE to the Rose Bowl? Unheard of. For New Years that year, we sat in the stands at the start of the Rose Bowl Parade. We saw every float… about 10 yards away from us. We got to walk up next to and reach out and touch the floats. Then, dream of all dreams, there I was… sitting in the stands, watching the Rose Bowl game with Andrew and his parents. It was a complete dream come true.
Now, almost three years later, here I was standing in the cold with Andrew in the pitch dark, a few 100 yards from the Rose Bowl, getting warmed up to run a half marathon. Andrew’s first half marathon. My first “not within driving distance” half marathon. what has happened to my life? It. is. awesome.
Haha, no really! We had an absolutely wonderful time. The route was gorgeous and I still sitting here typing this post can’t believe that I was running from the Rose Bowl, down the parade route, past Caltech (where one of my college friends cheered us on- thanks, Mike!), and back around through Old Town Pasadena, over a historical bridge, past palm trees, and around the Rose Bowl once more to the finish line. I loved every second of it and I wouldn’t have rather done it with anyone else. Andrew grabbed my hand at the 13 mile mark. We ran the last 0.1 miles together, holding hands, and crossed the finish line. I am gushing with pride right now. I could not be prouder of Andrew. He was amazing. On to the next one!!!
(Oh and it did help that we got to see Teddy from Grey’s Anatomy too– I mean come on! I love California!)