Terry Fox Run in Toronto

Yesterday, my family and I did the Terry Fox run. Actually, to be precise; dh did the Terry Fox run, I did the Terry-Fox-pull-the-wagon-with-a-kid-in-it-backpack-too-don't-forget-the-umbrella-haul.

The turn out at our usual Terry Fox location wasn't very big - I expect it was because of the weather (hello Ike). I admit, when I woke up...I was not looking forward to my Terry-Fox-pull-the-wagon-with-a-kid-in-it-backpack-too-don't-forget-the-umbrella-haul. It's darn hard work!

Then I thought about who was expecting us at the park. A cousin, who when she was 7 years old (same age as Thing 1 now), stayed for weeks at a time, in Sick Kids because of leukemia. Her parents had to trade off hospital over-nights because there were still two younger children at home that needed them. I can't imagine having a child - so sick. (insert shudder HERE).

No, we didn't want to do the walk yesterday. But, then again, I doubt anyone wanted to have cancer yesterday either. So we put on our running shoes, filled the backpack with granola bars and walked (or hauled in my case).

It was a tiring, hot, hard walk - we commented; that it seemed as though the finished line was a bit further this year...but then, I imagine that the families at Sick Kids must have a more tiring, hotter, harder walk than this.