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"Think I Wanna Marry You!!"

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Written by Pat Curran

Posted on 17 January 2018

Last Updated 17 January 2018




“It’s a beautiful night,

We’re looking for something dumb to do.

Hey, Baby…

I think I wanna marry you!!”


Is it the look in your eyes

Or is it this dancing juice

Who cares, baby…

I think I wanna marry you…




--From the TV Show “Glee”

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Yesterday was the NYC Triathlon. I plan to write about that next week in greater detail. This week, however, I plan on taking a break from the intensity. All workouts are optional. I will try to sleep more than 6 hours each night. Also, there are multiple parties, birthdays, and even our wedding anniversary that I intend to celebrate.


With that in mind, here’s this week’s task. Make time to do something “dumb.” Reenergize and rejuvenate by thinking back to the earlier years of your life of when you experienced extreme joy and laughed uncontrollably. Then, select 1 or 2 things that you can do now to bring some of that fun and innocence back into your life.


Next Monday starts an 8-week stretch of high volume training that brings me very close to the breaking point. A week like this, where I have to “practice” how to tone it down a few notches, actually strengthens my ability to adapt, overcome, and endure when things get extremely tough. I’ll explain more in the weeks to come.


So, make it a great week, everyone! Let me know how you are doing on your journey as well…


God Bless,





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Letters From Your Father – “Still the One…”


Looks like we made it

Look how far we’ve come my baby

We mighta took the long way

We knew we’d get there someday


They said “I bet they’ll never make it”

But just look at us holding on

We’re still together, still going strong


(You’re still the one)

You’re still the one I run to

The one that I belong to

You’re still the one I kiss goodnight


(You’re still the one)

You’re still the one I love

The only one I dream of

You’re still the one I kiss goodnight…


Shania Twain singing, “Still the One”

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Dear Girls:


It’s May 30, 1997- Graduation Day at West Point. As part of Company H-4, we march up to Michie Stadium to hear President Bill Clinton speak, shake his hand while receiving our diplomas, and swear in as 2nd Lieutenants in the US Army. All of this is exciting to those around me, but I have much bigger plans on my mind. Sure, I understood the gravity of the moment and felt like my West Point ring was going be a little bit shinier today. But, I had another place to go immediately after the ceremony and was itching to put West Point in my rearview mirror.


After throwing our hats in the air, doing my rank pinning ceremony, and seeing family, friends, and teachers I invited, I rush back to the barracks to do my final out-processing. Moving quickly does not pay off, though. By the time I finish, the base is under lock down until President Clinton leaves by helicopter. After the delay, I hop in my car and race to the jeweler about 30 miles away to pick up the “package.”


“Here’s the cash, Nick.” After we count the money together, he shows me what’s inside the box. Then, he reminds me to keep the box deep in my uniform coat pocket so it doesn’t fall out. I laugh, nod, then dart to the door while people inside are buzzing about what I am up to.


Back in my car, I race down the Palisades Parkway to get to my graduation party. The party had been going on for about 4 hours without me, at this point. As I pull in to get out of my car, Tia (Aunt) Chana sees me and says, “You’re in trouble, Mister! Congressman Gilman was here and left, and we are all worried sick about you!”   My response is simple. In a calm, yet determined voice I say, “Tia Chana, follow me… I am about to ask Gina to marry me.” As I pass right by, I hear a gasp.


“Hi Everyone. I know I have a lot of explaining to do. Well, there is a reason why I am so late. Gina would you come out here?” Your Mom then comes out, and I tell my story of why I’m late in a bit of a rambling and unclear way by design until everyone’s attention is on me. Then, in front of your Mom, I drop to one knee and say…



“Gina, I know we have several years ahead of us with me in the Army and you in grad school. It’s going to be tough… But, Gina…

Will you marry me?!!”



Your Mom is totally shocked. She had no idea, but your grandparents did. I asked for their permission and blessing a few days earlier. Of course, your Mom, with tears of joy, said, “Oh my God, Yes!” From that point, the party really picked up.


It was important to me that I shared this day with your Mom because I could not have graduated West Point without her. When being asked, “So when is the big date?” We didn’t have a clue. We just smiled… Deep down inside we continued to believe that somehow and someway, we we’re going to make it all work. And we did.


On July 17, 1999, exactly 7 years after promising to stay together after high school, your Mom and I got married. Our unit had a stateside deployment at West Point (of all places) that summer to train cadets. It seemed ideal for us to get married while I was “deployed” so close to home. I often joked, we better do it there while I am officially deployed. If we plan to do it while I am back at Fort Drum, I may be deployed somewhere else at the last minute. Then, you’ll just have to marry my West Point saber instead and have the big party without me.


Luckily, nothing remotely liked that happened. Actually I remember it as a pretty carefree time in our lives. With the Army life, your Mom and I were conditioned to make the most out of challenging circumstances. For example, we got married on a Saturday night and then said goodbye (again) on Sunday evening. There was no honeymoon, at least not right away. I was still on deployment and as a Platoon Leader needed to get back to my platoon. During my first night back in our make-shift barracks, I remember being so happy, yet wondering if the wedding ever even happened? The only evidence I had was the new gold ring on my left hand, which I spent about an hour staring at. Then, I feel asleep and woke back up the next morning around 5am in full “soldier mode.”


Lots of lessons here about love, sacrifice, and faith in this one. Will tell you more in person, especially as you get older. Hope you enjoyed this week’s story.


With Love,





This Week in Training:

Optional training this week includes:


Monday: Swim 10-15 x 100m; Strength Training – Legs, Knees, & Hips

Tuesday: Bike 75 min; Run 60 min; 8 Chin-ups / 50 Pushups / Ice Knees

Wednesday: Swim 2000m; Bike 90 min – Steep Terrain

Thursday: Swim 2000m; Bike 1.25 hrs

Friday: Run 90 min

Saturday: Bike 3 hours

Sunday: Stretch / Sports with Girls