Man. I can be a real idiot sometimes. Yes, I got a little finger wagged at me yesterday at the border crossing to USA, but we’ll get to that in a moments time.
Saturday afternoon seemed like the perfect time to drive down to Amherstburg Ontario for a marathon with my boyfriend. We had planned on staying overnight due to the race being on Sunday morning and I didn’t feel like getting up at 3am to drive straight from our apartment. So, we rented a hotel in Windsor.
Folks, let me tell you one thing I love about staying at hotels.
That’s right. Watching TV in bed is one of our lifes little pleasures. The boyfriend and I are quite active in fitness so we haven’t had cable (or any TV for that matter) for over 5 years. The best part is, that we don’t even miss it! Yes, we do have a TV in our apartment but we use it for Netflix (rarely — to watch Dexter) and he mostly uses it for training on his indoor bike trainer.
So watching TV on a Saturday night in the hotel room was glorious. As soon as I flicked to one of the channels, it stayed on that channel for the rest of the evening. Hilarious right? We watched Man-Tracker, and a few episodes of The Liquidator after that. I forgot how addicting it can be, and HOLY commercials. Forgot the annoyance of that.
The next morning we drove back to Amherstburg for the race for a 7am start. I spotted a man who had a similar tattoo to Scott’s. Ironman Canada finishers tattoo! Fun fact. The boyfriend has completed 5 ironmans in the last 5 years. 4 IMC’s and 1 Mont Tremblant.
Scott mentioned he was going to run a fast marathon and told me what time I should expect him to come through the finishers chute.
I went back outside early enough to secure a good spot around the fence. Half marathoners started the same time as the marathoners, so the half-people were coming in and I got a good view and wasn’t waiting too long in the cool windy weather we were having.
The first marathoner came running in with his long, speedy stride so the spectators started ringing their cow bells and cheering.
Second place guy came in, and looked like he had a bad race (he seemed angry and swatted away his medal).
Third place male came in and looked a little older than I expected. None of these men looked relatively young so I was kind of surprised. Then again, it was a small race.
I spotted a guy who looked like my boyfriend. I didn’t recognize his running stride because he was running full tilt. His stride was quick and he was coming in fast. Holy dang-balls, it was Scott. I think I was the loudest person there screaming and shouting “YEEEAH SCOTT. WAY TO GO. OMG FOURTH!! YOU GOT FOURTH OVERALL” even before he crossed the finish line. Then quickly after that I shouted at him to give me a high give. HAHAHA Who does that? An excited
cheerleader girlfriend, that’s who.
Not only that he did his first ever sub 3 hour marathon.
He told me he was probably going to be in the top ten. But, I did not expect him to run that incredibly fast and get a sub 3, and secure him in 4th place overall. What a guy. What a proud moment. What speed and endurance! Unbelievable.
He laid on the grass for a bit since his legs took a beating after that flat road, fast race pace. So we wrapped him up in one of those “tinfoil” (What is the proper name??) blankets to keep him warm.
We were both thrilled with his results!
Like my new zip up hoody? It kept me warm throughout the day. I’ll be reviewing it shortly on the blog. Stay tuned!
We ended up going across the border to go see the Detroit Institute of Arts (DIA). I’ve always been big into taking a sickly overabundance amount of photos, and for some reason it didn’t occur to me that I should probably stop taking photos at the USA border crossing.
Got my camera out and started clicking away — when we got to the toll, I was taking a photo of a sign in front of us before we went to see the Border crossing guards. Looking through my cameras view finder, I saw a lady’s finger wagging at me. I jumped a little in my seat. I made an apologetic face as she walked over to the window mentioning that there was to be no photos taken on the border. Thankfully she didn’t interrogate us anymore than scolding me for snapping pictures and off we went. The heart was-a pumpin’.
We were only in Detroit for a few hours, mainly to see the DIA (before they possibly shut down the museum). The building is just beautiful. All made of what seems to be marble and stone. Very historical and so stunning to look at.
Inside the DIA
Some areas of DIA allowed for photos, and one of them happened to be the van Gogh area.
I’m not the biggest fan of van Gogh as I am more of Picasso. As a teenager and in my early twenties I painted a lot of “replicas” of Picasso and gave them away as presents to family members and friends. I haven’t really painted much of anything in the last 10 years. I did two paintings (and the last one in 2011). So I really do miss it. I don’t know why I stopped.
So. That’s that. I don’t really have much more in my blog post to say, so I’m going to end this post awkwardly and say so-long until tomorrow.
What did you do this weekend?
Have you ever gotten in trouble with officials, whether it be on the border or elsewhere?
This isn’t the first time I had something strange happen to me on the border. When I flew up to Ontario with a few climbing buddies in 2003, we did a u-turn on the Niagara border. Literally. We were lost since we were looking for Niagara Glen bouldering area – the officials pulled us over for a quick moment and questioned my friend, the driver. Thankfully that was just it.
Are you a runner?
Gotta say, watching triathlons I don’t have any desire to ever do one. But watching running races makes me want to run a race again. Maybe another 5k.