Very Small Feet

My hubby hates race days... Normally this would mean I would jump out of bed insanely early to get ready. I would be pumped!!!! Aaaaa!!! And then I would drag him out of the house way too early he would complain and he will need to take before and after picture with my shiny new medal, and seconds later giving me a Sneakers to swallow whole since I would be starving! When we moved away from Cardiff I think I only did two races in total and due to circumstances Stephen missed them both. This time the logistics was more complicated, some one must watch little man. We were actually planning to do this race together. The only time we were meant to run together I fell down the stairs a day before my leg and hopping around for next few days. But we are still have Cardiff 10K coming up. We have great friends who love little Edgar and happily volunteers to baby sit. Big big thank you Dickie and Karly for your help!! So my race day was happening. I only singed up for the race on...

I was trying to run away to hometown for so long... Yet, I still cannot since I still do not have a passport. I mean how long should it take to make one?! Hmm... So I did next best thing I went to Cardiff It was a day of celebration...  and half price food! Hugged half of waiting stuff in the old office...  Saw bunch of people I love! Darlings, I do miss you all here in Bath...  Saw Katarina... that's her hand there holding the cow milk jug. By the way how cute is that?! She looked amazing, happy and moving to NZ soon! So pleased for her! Then Rhian and Sarah started monkeying around... Monkeys! We had such fun shopping... still not sure how one supposed to wear that dress we couldn't work out between free of us. It had a boob cover and some rhinestones.. Crazy! We all had things to celebrate... But some of them I am not allowed to talk about. Main thing it was Owen's big Three O... We went to Yard, saw some really fun...