Woke up at 4am Utah time to get my run in before rushing off to the airport. My GPS in my rental car was programmed for the wrong airport. That totally stressed me out - I had NO idea where I was going. Plus, driving in a foreign country (where lots of the signs were in French). The customs lady was semi-nice, but the security lady swiped my little sewing nippers. Urghhhh..... Then I had to sit next to the biggest guy on the plane. He took up half of my seat. Glad to be home!
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