Forward Lunge

I click my stopwatch - 01:27:43.
Brianne crosses the finish line - 01:28:03. Not bad for 8k with obst's.
We jog it out to the water bottle station. I knew this was the time.
While we're stretchin' I look at her right in her eyes, bro, and I get into a deep forward lunge and say "Babe, the Spartan Race is over, but our lives are just beginning." --
I pull out my g-ma's mud covered ring and shit and I'm like "You miss 100% percent of the shots you don't take . . . Brianne Fitzgerald, will you marry me?"
And she's all like 'Jeremy, wtf!' and goes on about how I'm like undecided on my major and whatever. She just don't want it bad enough.