So Friday dark and early the pig and I will leave for Ottawa to run The Army Run on Sunday (I’m doing the half marathon, the pig will be ordering room service). Great time to rob my place if you ever wanted (but trust me, you don’t want to). This of course assumes that the Canadian customs officials are not readers of this blog (if they are then it will be a very short trip to a very dark holding cell).
I did decide to taper this week, but not quite as much as I normally would. On Tuesday I cranked out the fastest 10K for me in the last 9 years (yes, I am unclear on the whole tapering concept). It almost was enough to give me visions of taking a stab at my PR (2:02:32 if you are curious (set in 2004)). However the weather is screaming sleep in and come up with some lame excuse of why you didn’t run the race (or lie and say I ran the race and join the pig in a nice breakfast). It is not PR weather for someone like me who like 45 deg F and cloudy.
Of course I say I won’t go full-out, but given the race day adrenaline and the fact I my standard race strategy is to run like an idiot, I will probably go out too fast . Then I will blow up around mile 7 (or whatever that translates into km) and hang on the rest of the race (for those who are thinking about trying mental visualization, don’t do what I just did). Hopefully I can come in with a time that is somewhere in between the two half marathons I have done this year.
Win-Lose-or-Draw I am looking forward to my visit to Ottawa and meeting the denizens thereof. Also looking forward to touring Ottawa with @50statecanuck as well as the @AbbyAndThePig meeting. The local Ottawa police are probably not looking forward to Abby and the Pig meeting quite so much.
The US and Canada (or Britain to more precise) almost went to war over a pig. The Oregon treaty was supposed to clarify the border between the US and Canada, but there was still some question about the San Juan Island. In June of 1859 Lyman Cutlar, an American farmer who had moved on San Juan Island found a pig eating his potatoes. Cutlar shot the pig, killing it. Well the pig was owned by Charles Griffin, who was employed by the Hudson Bay Company. Cutlar said he would pay 10 bucks to Griffin to pay for the pig but Griffin wanted 100 (remember this is 1859). Cutlar said, “screw that– the pig was on my property eating my potatoes” (or the 1859 equivalent). Griffin went to the British authorities who promptly threatened to arrest Cutlar. American settlers then requested the US military to get involved and about 70 soldiers were sent to the island. The British countered with three warships and eventually there were over 2500 soldiers and 5 warships involved between the two sides. The Governor of Vancouver ordered the British Rear Admiral leading the British troops to attack the Americans. Rear Admiral Baynes was smart enough not to engage the US in a 3rd war over the shooting of a pig (“Remember The Pig”, really is not much of a war rally cry). After some negotiation, the both sides to joint occupation of the island, and eventually in 1872 an international commission awarded the island to the US (once again irking the Canadian population about how Britain screwed them).
Now it is time to go make my own Canadian history (and hope my pig does not start another international incident). Wish me luck on both fronts as I remind myself to live in the moment at least for one weekend.