It was too soon for six miles today

After the race we didn't do much. Took it easy. Michael announced to everyone we met that I had won and kept randomly grabbing my hand and raising it up as though I was a boxer in the ring. I eventually told him, politely, that besides he and I? Likely no one really cared and so we should just keep it on the down low.
The following day we drove to Tofino to visit Michael's niece and her fiance. Ironically we will be going back over there in a few weeks for their wedding. It was wonderful to finally meet Adam and to catch up with Katie, having not seen her for months? Years? They showed us around Tofino and took us for lunch at a swank restaurant. Michael was fully planning on paying the bill but they usurped us rather stealthily. We'll get them back...
Returned home on Tuesday. So much driving. Fell asleep in the car on the car deck.
Watched the Canucks lose on Wednesday night and then stayed up until midnight watching the ensuing riots. It's times like this when I fucking hate Vancouver. And then it's times like this when a Facebook group gets together to organize thousands of volunteers to clean up the city that I love Vancouver.
It was very disturbing watching the black, smokey plume of smoke snake up from the downtown core as cars were overturned and set on fire.
Today we ran six miles. I was only supposed to run three. I really only should have run three. Ouch.