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                  Today I disproved the theory that I am only suspicious to
                  Canadian customs when traveling through alone with my children.
                  Crossing the Ambassador Bridge this morning I got stopped and
                  had to go in and sit in a waiting room for a while before they
                  interviewed me. At least they didn't search my car this time.
                  When all six of travelled to Waterton Lakes in Alberta in
                  2015 I made Cara drive across the border. She thought it was
                  silly, but we didn't have to fill out any special forms or sit
                  for interviews or have our car searched. We just went right
                  through. I pretty girl is the least suspicious thing in the
                  world.
                 
                
                  But why, might you ask, did I travel to Canada this morning
                  over the frozen river from the US? A race, of course! I
                  managed to find a trail run this weekend so I extended my trip
                  a little to run my first race in Canada. It'll be the fourth
                  country I've run a race in, and the southernmost race I've
                  done this year. I planned quite a bit more time in customs
                  than I actually needed, so I'm doing a bit of work at the
                  Starbucks before I head over to the racecourse.
                 
                
                   
                
                
                  Post race I'm sitting in a burger joint called Motor trying to
                  figure out what to do with my afternoon.
                 
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