My heart is broken.
It is hard to leave my family, friends and the city that I love.
I don't hate California. I just don't love it.
I cried a lot yesterday, my head still hurts.
Now I have 124 loads of laundry to do, 243 envelopes to open from all the mail we got, go through A LOT of pictures and many blogs to read!
Today I signed up for this!
I came home sick. In Quebec, I had really bad allergies, ended up with a massive sore throat, then I lost my voice at my High School reunion.
I went running today. Back on the treadmill for the week because the kids are home so I cannot run outside. I did 4 miles, hills. When I got to the gym I saw my pal Vic and he told me that while I was gone someone died while running on the treadmill. That is so sad and scary. The guy was a 54 yrs old fireman. I did not know him.
I got the email with the ones from the race and I bought some. Bill did take pics of me at the race but only at the end and a lot of them are of me looking in pain or having dry heaves.
Those are the ones from the race:
|Here I started not feeling good as you can see!|
Those are the ones Bill took:
|COULD NOT PUT BOTH ARMS UP|
|NOT FEELING GOOD|
|WITH MY FRIEND SONIA|
SHE IS WILL'S GODMOTHER
SHE RAN A HALF UNDER 2 HOURS LAST YEAR.