The Good Life

Chapter 58

Bruno spent lots of time in the studio for the next few weeks and even started trying to wrap his head around how exactly he felt about her memory loss. It was better every day but there were always small pieces of the past that she could not remember. As her memory came back she asked him if he would be alright with her talking about what had happened. Even though he was slightly nervous about it he agreed and she began to talk to lots of people, even appearing on a pre-taped segment on the Today Show. She had also started running remembering that it had always been a dream of hers to run a marathon. The time was perfect. Getting the support of her family, fans and others she decided that she would run the Los Angeles Marathon raising funds for the Epilepsy Foundation.

”Bruno…get your damn shoes..I bought you the pretty ones…so come onnnn….” she whined putting her hair up in a pony tail placing bobby pins in her hair watching him struggle to get up off the couch.

”Mar..do you really think I can do this?” he asked her. ”It’s a long way…13 miles is like…13 miles…” he told her.

”Bruno…you can walk a bit of it. It’s okay…you were running like 6 before...I’ll be with you…I’m there pacing you.” she told him grabbing his hand helping him off the couch.

”But Mar…it’s embarrassing…you’re kicking my ass…” he told her.

”It won’t matter…just that you do it…” she responded. ”Come on..those shoes were $150…”

”If only to use the shoes…” he sighed following her out the door watching her put on her headphones. ”Mar…how are you gonna pace me if you can’t hear me?”

”B…listen…” she gave him an ear bud.

”Oh…it’s not loud…did you always listen to it that low?” he asked her.

”I listened to it loud when I was running next to someone on the treadmill…but otherwise…naw.” she answered starting to run on the sidewalk. ”Come on, Bruno Mars..I gotchu.” she smiled at him.

An hour and 8 miles later Bruno stopped dead in his tracks as they neared a hill.

”Bru….come on…we’re almost there…” she turned around putting her hands on her head catching her breath. ”You know..that’s not the best way to rest either..don’t you feel your body like….”

”Like telling me to stop and die?” he asked her through his water bottle.

”Well…” she glanced at her ipod to see what time it was. ”You’re more than halfway there…you can do it…” she encouraged him.

”Okay…but when I die you better say something nice about me at my funeral…” he said running up next to her.

”You’ll make it, you drama queen.” she said pushing into him as they made it up the hill.

An hour and a half later Marla threw herself on the grass in front of their house. ”Holy shit…” she looked up at her ipod to see how long they took. 3 hours and 12 minutes….He is so much slower..this was nothing…but I have to show him it was hard..she thought to herself. ”Bruno…I can’t feel my legs..” she told him watching him fall next to her dripping in sweat.

”I don’t even think I have legs left, Mar..” he told her.

”Okay..come on..let’s go take a shower..” she told him taking his hand pulling him up feeling him falling toward her. ”Bruuunoooo stoppppppppp…” she exclaimed feeling his sweaty body falling toward her. ”Ewwww…” he rubbed his head on her shoulder getting the sweat on her. He pushed her toward the empty house thanks to her brother who had taken Rosie with them to Disneyland that day. ”Stooppp…I’m sweaty enough…come onnnn…” she laughed feeling him rubbing the sweaty shirt all over her running top. She wiggled out of his arms to take off her shirt. She knows exactly what she’s doing to me…he thought to himself watching her then bend down to take off her shoes throwing them toward the tv. She raised her eyebrows at him walking toward their bedroom. He took off his shirt throwing it at her back as she stopped against the door frame taking off her running shorts leaving herself just in a pair of pink boy shorts. ”Are you coming?” she asked him watching his eyes move all over her body.

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Mar,

Today I ran 13 miles with you. I need help finding my legs. I think I lost them somewhere between mile 7 and the shower. That shit was hot, baby. We need to do that more. There’s a month until your marathon and you are going to kick so much ass. I hope you remember that every single day. If there’s anything you remember about today, I hope it’s that you’re determination, strength and beauty astounds me every single day. You leave me breathless, not only when I run but even watching you sleep on the couch drooling on the pillow. Marla, I love you.

Bru