…when it’s not bitter cold with gail warnings. We all went to Lausanne last weekend so Brian could run in a marathon. It seems like a lovely town. But, the weather was a bit of a bummer for sight-seeing and a major stress for people who were about to run 26 miles in it. It started snowing and blowing the night before the race and poor Brian was really worried he would freeze his hiney off. It was too cold and blustery to do much – I didn’t even feel like getting the camera out because I was too busy jamming my hands into my coat pockets. The girls didn’t mind hanging out in the hotel room while Brian was running and running and running… We went down and met him after he finished. Watching people just after they crossed the finish line was grim. He did it! But his whole body was shivering and his teeth were chattering for a long time.







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