TheMcWoods

I cannot remember who first suggested the idea, but earlier this year Lee and I and four of our friends decided that we would take a two-week road trip around Ontario and Quebec. 'Brits on Tour 2010' if you will.

Just like two years ago (six days before our wedding), we decided that five of us kick off our holiday with a wee run around Toronto. [Our sixth member probably had a harder time keep her jet-lagged two-year-old occupied on the sidelines].



Lee and I were on track to beat our Edinburgh time but my pace absolutely collapsed at mile 10. Lee managed to (yet again) drag my ass around the rest of the course and we finished two minutes slower than our personal best but almost 13 minutes faster than our previous Toronto time.

Here is my 'I hate running' and 'why must there be a hill in the last mile' face.



Followed by my 'oh there is Mom and Dad - I should really smile' face.



As disappointed as I was in myself, I was so proud of our friend Sally who ran her first ever half marathon!



I think we were all relieved to be done so that the holiday could really begin (i.e. we could start drinking and eating crap food!).