Friday, Jun. 04, 2004
Dear Diary:

I'm always extra vigilant when I cross back into Canada after working out because the stretch of two lane blacktop on my way home between Canadian Customs and the Scenic Highway is a major deer crossing. More than once I've had deer materialize out of the woods and in front of my car pant-poopingly fast.

So I was motoring along and up ahead aways on the left I saw this chunky, furry black thing standing by Klaus and Rosie's driveway. "Oh man," I thought to myself, "That is the butt ugliest dog in the universe." I slowed down a bit more in case Rover got a notion to run across the road unexpectedly.

I got a little closer and the ugliness of the black dog only grew. Its head seemed freakishly large and deformed.

I got a little closer and then it decided to trot across the highway about 25 feet in front of my car. That's when I got a close look at it and I almost swallowed my tongue.

IT WAS A WILD BOAR! BLACK, WITH TINY TUSKS! The one time I do not have my camera with me, an insanely exotic animal runs in front of my car.

It figures.

Well, as you can well imagine, I was mental with excitement.

Must. Tell. Someone.

So I immediately motored to where the spousal unit was installing stairs for a client and informed him of The Big Sighting. There was much excited gesticulating. By me. Triumphantly, I announced that my wild boar most certainly trumps those paltry wild turkeys he saw, not to mention the cow moose and calf he and his mother saw a few weeks ago down at the home farm.

There was a pause while I waited for him to concede the sheer awesomeness of what I had seen.

The spousal unit pointed out that the Eastern Townships of Quebec aren't exactly a wild boar stomping ground. While he allowed that yes, there are some wild game farms within an hour's drive of us, the spousal unit, uh, implied that maybe I hadn't seen what I thought I had seen. There was scoffage.

I think we can all agree that jealousy will make a man say ugly things.

I was incensed. I knew what I had seen. So I stomped off home, got my camera and went back to where I'd seen the boar. Sure enough, there were tracks. While they look like deer tracks, as you can see from comparing them with my gunboat feet, the tracks are far too close together to be a deer--a deer running hard enough to leave tracks that deep in such hard packed gravel would be sprinting, and the tracks would be far more widely spaced.

It wasn't until I got home and did some reading up on wild boars that I realized that if the boar I'd seen had been anywhere near where I had last seen him, he probably would have charged me as I stupidly stood there taking pictures of his tracks. Boars can do some serious damage and the one I saw wasn't exactly a little piggie.

Yeesh. There are times when even I am taken back by my own stupidity.

In happier news, I am now officially tapering. For those of you who don't speak fluent gym, what that means is that since Wednesday I haven't been allowed to do any weightlifting or running. Apparently, my pretty little gym muscles must now be coddled so that they will build up glycogen. I'm only allowed to do power walking and stretching until Sunday.

If tapering also involved eating staggering amounts of dark chocolate, my life would be perfect.

Sunday is the day of the 10K and frankly, I'm dreading it. I haven't been able to run more than 5.5 miles and the 10K is 6.2 miles. This is going to involve worlds o' pain for me, I just know it, not to mention world class humiliation as endless streams of zygotes whoosh by me. *Sigh*.

Even worse, the weather forecast is for more of the schizophrenic weather we've been having this week--ten minutes of sunshine followed by powerful winds, thunder, and drenching downpours. Repeat throughout the day. I would love it if we held on to our current cool temperatures, but it would be eleven kinds of miserable if it stayed this cool and rained hard too.

So if you're not doing anything special at 9 am EST on Sunday, wish for cool but sunny weather and that my pretty little gym muscles somehow manage to produce enough steam to get me through that 10K.

Really, I'd 'preciate it.

--Marn

Mileage on the Marnometer: 449.46 miles. Ten percent there rubber duck.Ten percent there rubber duck. 25 per cent thereTen percent there rubber duck. Ten percent there rubber duck.
Oh man. This is going to be hard
Goal for 2004: 1,000 miles - 1609 kilometers

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