No wonder I was getting a little cranky toward the end of the month.
So turning the calendar to November has been a blessed relief, let me tell you. Who'd have thought we'd have a near-70 degree day on Saturday?
I'll tell you two people who never thought Saturday would be so gorgeous: B and Abby. Because two months ago when they signed up to run in a 5K race that was going to be held on November 7, they both said, "Oooh, I bet it's going to be cold that day!"
And as their biggest cheerleader, I thought for sure I'd be wearing mittens and a scarf, maybe even a hat (although I'm really not a big hat person) while waiting for them to come through the finish line.
I guess God got a little mixed up about the weather because Saturday looked like what October 7 should have looked like and October 7 looked like what November 7 usually looks like. Still with me? Anyway, it was gorgeous. We were all happy.
Know what else made me happy? My little brush with fame. There we were, waiting for the race to start, when the crowd started whispering feverishly. Turns out that Julio from the current season of "The Biggest Loser" was there to run.
Good little blogger that I am, I whipped out my camera and got a couple of shots for you.
Don't judge poor Julio for yawning (or was he talking?)--it was still early.
But doesn't he look great?
And one more brush-with-fame bonus. Remember Jerry of the Jerry-and-Estella team from last season's "Biggest Loser" show? He was the one who won the $100,000 prize for losing the most weight at home.
Well, Jerry was there too.
Still going strong.
A tid-bit of trivia for you: Jerry lives about three blocks away from me. I've seen him and Estella walk past my house before (our whole house erupts with shrieks of excitement when they walk by--"Oh my gosh, there's Jerry and Estella!!"), but I've never met them. I think they're kind of busy these days.
So Saturday's race was a huge success. Gorgeous weather. Lots of money raised for our local homeless veteran's shelter. A severely sprained calf muscle.
Oh well, two out of three isn't bad.
I think a certain man in this house may be hobbling around for a few weeks.