An autumn wedding

This past weekend (of the 19th), I attended a friend's wedding. The bride, bridesmaids and I all attended high school together but the bride was a year older- and here we are, still in touch although living in various parts of Ontario.

Courtney, the maid of honour, had to fly from Winnipeg as she works in a provincial park near Kenora, Ontario (way up there!), and fly back a few days later. Sarah and I are both in the London area and Mandy from the Toronto area so it wasn't so bad for the rest of us.

Mandy and Sarah

The wedding was held at a resort outside of Peterborough, located centrally to both the bride's family and the groom's family so it was a good compromise. The lakes out there are beautiful, and although it was already too cold (and weedy) for swimming at that time, just being by the lake for a while in the fall sunshine was balm to my soul! It was great to get out of the city for the weekend...once I finally got there...but that's a story for another time, I won't bore you with it! Let's just say I'm not thrilled with Greyhound lately.

Sarah's boyfriend was up from the States so I finally got to meet him; the others had met him on a previous trip. He seems like a good guy from the little time we were all together.

Zach and Sarah

Me and Mandy - love the flower in her hair!

At the end of this week, my friend Ashlee from school came back to London for a few days (if you remember, she came in the summer too) and stayed with me before her debrief sessions. It was a splendid visit and unfortunately I have no photos:( I totally forgot to take any. She joined in on our first small group of the year, and the next day we went out for dinner at a vegan restaurant- delicious! I thought she was brave to try it out, as I wasn't sure if she'd enjoy it, but she was pretty much vegan for the summer so it worked out. You wouldn't think vegan food could taste so good- I do love my dairy products- but it was my second time there and I've been delighted both times.

I did love spending time with Ashlee and catching up with life at PRBI since she works there now. She's very open about her own journey and so encouraging to be with; I'm sure I benefitted more from our visit than she!

On Saturday, my friend Lisa and I got together with Sandy, a lady from our church, for a meeting over coffee, then Lisa and I went out for brunch as we were ravenous by that point. (Oops, I almost said "ravishing" - that came later heheh.) We spent some time wandering about in some shops, then found a sign for free makeovers in a pretty posh eyewear store. How could we turn that down? It turns out there was no catch even, it was part of a promotion of a line of eyewear so we tried on some frames while we were there. I have to say I loved the makeup; a Swedish line equivalent to M.A.C. but I'm sure it's expensive. That's when we were ravishing as well heheh.

Later that afternoon, we met up with two other friends to shop for dresses for a mutual friend's wedding. We all managed to find ones we all liked; mine at the very last minute of course; although I looked through the same racks several times in one of the stores, the one I found was in those racks and I didn't see it till just at the end when everyone else had found theirs. Apparently I'm incapable of doing anything the easy way, haha!

Well, now that I've sufficiently run off the mouth for the time being- is that the right expression?- I'll take my leave. (Cue collective sigh of relief from readers.) Okay, I'm having too much fun with this, I'd better get going:)

Ciao, and a good day to you all!

Partie 2

(I didn't know how to take the date off the photos which is unfortunate.)

After the race hoopla was over, we all went back to the house and ate a great lunch- we always eat well when we're in Quebec, I must say we're spoiled. That afternoon was a parade for an international military music festival, where different countries' marching bands (or whatever they're actually called) marched down the street playing their military music from their country. I think Jamaica was our favourite- it didn't seem like you could march to a war with that music, you'd want to start dancing in the street:) At the end came Quebec's military division along with their goat- what a smell.

Once that was over, the older kids wandered further into the old city to explore. I hung out with my brother J who is too cool for school- we explored a walk-through portion of the boardwalk that's been excavated for heritage; a castle once stood there. If you're ever there, it's cool to see that piece of history, and it hadn't been dug last time I was there.

I'll let the photos speak for themselves.

This fine specimen is a waffle on a stick

Later on, we got to see a free (!) show of Cirque du Soleil under an overpass, outdoors. Incredible! Those guys are crazy talented. What a show. I'll post a photo later on that.

It's funny to think I ran a half-marathon in the morning, traipsed all over the city in the afternoon, and did a lot more walking and stairs that evening for the cirque show. I think that counts for a couple weeks heheh.

The following day, we spent some time at the cottage, which was so great for me. You've no idea how much I missed that place, almost as much as I missed my grandparents. I loved seeing them again even though it was only for a few days.



That's my trip in a nutshell - Tschuss!

Courir à Québec!

The mighty fleuve St-Laurent

That's what the catchphrase is for my race- I needed to recover before posting I guess:) I haven't got photos yet but I'll hopefully get some soon.

Quebec was beautiful, as always. The weather was bloomingly bright (if unseasonably cold for end of August) except for all of Sunday morning, which happened to be during the whole race.

I'll start at the beginning: on Friday, I travelled by train to Quebec and met up with my family, and spent some time with my grandparents and uncles. I haven't the opportunity to go up with my family for a few years, so it was definitely a treat, and so much different as and adult than a teenager too.

Saturday I went with Ruth to get my race kit and pick up some race swag, which is always fun. I bought Liz a headband. Someone from the Marathon de Paris thought Ruth and I were the same age heheh. Riiiight:)

We didn't do much else that day since it was cold and drizzly and it took us awhile to get going.

Then- Sunday- race day. I set the alarm at Grandmaman and Grandpapa's house, and it shrilly woke Ruth and I and it was terrifying to wake up to at 5 am but did the trick. I wasn't too nervous until partway through the morning when the anxiety set in. I ate breakfast in the half-light of the kitchen, and Dad drove me to catch the ferry.

That's right, I got to take the ferry to the other bank where the race started; I haven't taken that since I was young and my parents would take us across as pedestrians for something to do. I stood shivering in line, letting the French conversations swell and roll over me- it was like music to my ears. If I may say so myself, French people have a particularly fine sense of humour that doesn't take much to prompt, and gets one through all kinds of pickles.

I met another racer my age in my race and we chatted the whole way across, onto the buses, and up to the starting line. It was great to meet someone else at the race who didn't have a clump of people they already knew.

As for the race itself- I won't bore you with the details but I wore a running tank top in the chilly, damp morning but a few kilometres in I was warm. I paced myself with a few different people and didn't end up finding just one to keep up with. My new shoes gave me problems for most of it and I so badly wanted to walk parts of it, as I was in discomfort a good two/thirds of the time. The hills were definitely longer than London hills, and more frequent, but I love me my hills.

For all that, I loved the race. Really, the course was beautiful and the other runners sportsmanlike, calling "Lâchez pas!" if others stopped. I sprinted in with barely any energy to spare, and ended up with a personal best after all that, hills and all. My family met me just after the finish line, and it meant a lot to me to have their support. There was free massage afterward, which was great for my stiff legs, and they even had the option of instant coffee or bouillon with the post-race food:) Ah, the French.

Me and Ruth

I'll save the rest for another post; as it is, I'm sure only the bravest have read this far:)

A tantôt!