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C ran the half-marathon in Ottawa this weekend. Really, it was a lesson for the kids ... the lesson being that you can get what you want without having to work for it. In over four months of training time, C laced up her running shoes exactly five times. Still, we're all very proud. Or something.



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Meanwhile, someone (read: me) actually was working, playing under the hot (read: burning) sun with a not-easily-pleased pair of nieces (also: not even my nieces). At least it made me one fan (below).



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There's another Narnia movie out? C said the first one was boring. Of course, she hadn't even seen the SNL send-up (here).
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  1. Anonymous7:08 pm

    Your faithful readers will want to know that a) 9,000 people were in the race and b) I finished in 2 hours 33 minutes. Slower than my usual pace, but pretty good considering I had never run more than 10k in my life...and certainly not recently.

    - C

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  2. Jeannetto8:11 am

    Ok... I think it's time we end our cyber friendship. I cant read a post about people in marathons and cute nieces in one day. And then you threw in Narnia? Jesus. How do you even have time to blog, arent you too busy shopping for fleece or something?

    Marriage ruined you.

    But that little girl was cute and now Im going to go try to make myself a baby.

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  3. red-handed4:38 pm

    We were cyber friends? I thought we were e-friends. And it's not fleece I crave; it's velour. Good luck with the multicultural baby.

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  4. Anonymous6:53 pm

    Your C is adorable I must say...just look at that smile..too cute ! Congrats to her !!!

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  5. Anonymous9:03 pm

    Do you hear that, Mr Husband?

    ADORABLE.

    At least I have one fan.

    C

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