Stupid shit I say.

Pshaw to this full distance business.

Beautiful, banner weekend and for the second weekend in a row I didn't have anything planned.  That never happens.  I was in bed by 11pm last night out of boredom.  It's weird going from Seattle, to Victoria, to Whistler and then to nothing.  NOTHING.  Ahhhhh.
We had a Groupon for Vaades that we used on Friday night.  Fun tip: don't Google the nutritional value of butter chicken ever.  Just don't do it.  In fact, I am meeting C for dinner at Cactus Club tomorrow night and would you know it?  They've finally posted the nutritional values of their menu online.  Don't look at that either.  Eating out is bad, but it's actually way worse than you think.
To counter all this excessive calorie consumption I went for a five mile run yesterday, and then a hilly ten miler with Michael today.  I'm glad to get back to running.  Cycling was fun and the Whistler Gran Fondo was a great experience and an accomplishment that I am proud of, but I am a runner.  Running is cheap.  You don't have to fix flats when you run.  Running is harder and more painful and more rewarding.  Today was such a spectacular day for a run.  Late September and we were in shorts and t-shirts (mind you, I froze my ass off at the end when - soaking wet with sweat - we stopped for coffee at the end).
I may or may not have looked at a friend's Berlin marathon pictures and thought "I like Berlin".
I may or may not have said "Hey, maybe I should bump up to the BMO full".
I'm not going to switch to the full.  Right?
Right.
Right?
You hear that?  That's the sound of freedom.

Also, an update on my Greyhound experience which everyone really cares about, but whatever: I have rage issues.  So, two days after I was charged on my credit card (and then went through the whole process of trying to get my 100% refundable refund and was told that I had to mail a physical copy of my ticket back east and then wait six to eight weeks for a credit) I got my refund.  Two days.  So, it is bloody possible, and Greyhound is full of shit.  Further more, they refunded me $3 less than my ticket price, so the whole "100% refundable" moniker is also bullshit.
In closing: fuck you, Greyhound.