New story. I have so many. Maybe 10 years ago I was running out near Big Bear Lake California. I ran up to the Pacific Crest Trail and was running on that. It's beautiful at 8,000 feet overlooking the lake and pine forests. It was a wonderful warm, sunny summer's day. It's very rugged country and, at that point, the Pacific Crest is a winding trial that negotiates granite cliffs and boulders.
I came around a blind corner to find myself confronted with; no not a mountain lion or bear, but a preacher, groom in tuxedo and bride in flowing white wedding dress. There was also a photographer. As you might guess we were all quite startled at my sudden and unexpected arrival. I broke the stunned silence by saying "Hi, I'm Tom". I was then introduced to the wedding party and invited to stay for the ceremony which had only just started when I interrupted.
It was a brief but lovely ceremony and I was invited to sign the official documentation as the "witness". Oddly, in my sweaty running shorts and t-shirt, I was NOT invited to be in any of the photos :-(. I wished the newly weds congratulations and good luck and was on my way!
Nothing better then a love story to make a good run great!