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My boyfriend has this little potential thing to do in British Columbia, half business, half pleasure, but we never went. Because we'd have to fly and he hates it, because British Columbia is as sinfully expensive as it is beautiful, because there were always other priorities.

I devised a strategy. He would only go if I'd give him a reason to go for my sake as well. With womanly cunning, I looked around in British Columbia and found it. At sea-level. The Royal Victoria Marathon on October 7th.

It's Thanksgiving weekend in Canada, but nevertheless we managed to schedule my boyfriend's little thing, half serious, half play, as well. I knew we were meant to go.