5-7 miles was not enough training. I needed 8-10 miles. I hurt. I am going to hurt for a while.

No more group trips with shared food. When it works out it is wonderful and I feel loved and important and like I have family. Then there is reality and it not working out. I need to stop looking for any family outside of the people who share my roof.

I know I should have learned that lesson a long time ago. I am stupid about hope.

I am going to get home and reduce stuff in the permanent packing pile. I think less will still be enough. Traveling with kids is complicated.

I always wish we had a bigger frying pan at Disneyland.

And I think the kids finally believe me about overly heavy backpacks.