Archive | 2019

No Future From the Past

One of the worst things about my brain—and there are many—is that I don’t see the future. That’s not some suicide watch bullshit, that is just me saying that beyond the vision of my son graduating high school and moving on to college in a few years, I see nothing other than what is on my calendar next week.

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No Epics Required

Something I’ve slowly learned over the years (AKA got old and fat) is that not every bike ride, hike, ski, snowshoe, etc., needs to be an epic affair filled with big miles, sore muscles, and bonks. Sometimes, just putzing around the woods with my camera is enough to give the brain the mental “rub and a tug” it needs.

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Fails and Such

Not sure what happened to me this week, but I was off my game on multiple fronts. Usually, when that happens, a walk in the woods with my camera does wonders to get my mojo going. Or at least my jo. Sadly, this week offered up a variety of fails.

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Still Falling

Sort of picking things up where they left off when I last posted. Meaning, not much has changed. Fall keeps falling, and I still fail to ride anything other than a stationary bike at the gym before lifting heavy things for no reason.

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Yin Yang

This post is sort of two posts in one when, in reality, it should probably be one quickly forgotten post.

I highlighted some of the shots from my recent rainy trek around the Sylvan Solace preserve in the last post, and here I am showing them again. I be like that.

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Poor Planning Ends Well

A 30-mile dirt road ride with roughly 5 feet of elevation gain should not be a big deal. And it’s NOT. Unless you’re a fat moron, recovering from an ankle sprain, who has been on his bike exactly 3(?) times in the past four weeks and waited until the hottest and windiest time of the day to ride his bike.

But, that’s what happened; c’est la vie.

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