This is easy. It is a much longer story, but I was in France on a cycling tour with my husband (he was a rider, and my overweight butt was in the support van taking in the sites). I had promised to meet him in a village before the top of a particular mountain, and we would either walk up the short distance or stay in the village. Long story short, the van had to go a different way, roads closed, and they could not drive to the village. They radioed to his group that I would meet him at the top, and I walked the 10 miles to the top of the mountain. I was hot, exhausted, probably also dehydrated from not carrying enough water or having access to more. At the top, I couldn't find the tent in the very large, loud crowd. And yet somehow I managed to hear him calling my name as he walked along the route calling my name. We both went to extraordinary efforts that day to keep a simple promise of "see you at the top". It's what keeps me going some days.
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