After Saturday’s day of moving, travel, and off-schedule eating, Sunday was spent sleeping, working on my post-moving DOMS, goofing off, and watching the World Cup.
Then, come Monday, I woke up, and my body was like, “Um, NO!” So, I listened, skipped my lumber, and instead focused on getting caught up on some Cul De Sac Shack work, whilst trying not to feel guilty for skipping a hike.
NOTE: This post has absolutely nothing to do with the outdoors and or nature photography. It’s totally a life journal entry that you are welcome to read, or discard like yesterday’s soiled gutchies.
– Management
Ah, the week’s end. Joy!
I was happy to hit my 30+ (miles) in 5 (weekdays) goal for the third week in a row. Thus making me feel 2% better about being Fat But Fit™.
Going to try to make this quick, due to being sort of busy with life and slack.
The week of lumbering is going well, with a bit over 18 miles in 3 days, and some pretty good luck in the photo department, as you will see in a few of the photos today.
The weekend was just as expected; pretty darn not bad.
Friday evening was spent celebrating Wifey’s birthday with cake, gifts, and time chilling out on the deck before we went our separate ways; Wifey to the Ratz Nest upstairs to watch bad TV while doing jigsaw puzzles, and me to the living room to watch more of the World Cup. We lead such an exciting life!
The week’s lumbering mission has been accomplished; 30.65 miles in 5, and the weekend is now wide open for photo creeping, footy watching, lawn mowing, beer quaffing, and general mischief.
Thursday’s lumber was more of the same with a thick coat of un-Michigan-like humidity in the air, and 70˚ at 6:20 AM. There was much sweat over the 6.10-mile loop, and oddly, very few bugs to deal with. I guess coating myself in roughly 25 layers of bug repellent does more than just make me smell like a giant vat of cancer.
The week of lumbering continued this morning with a 6+ mile loop in, how should I say this politely, 70˚ swamp-ass conditions at 6:20 in the damn morning. I think I had sweat through every piece of “breathable” clothing I had on. Stink. Stank. Stunk. I felt like I had become a wet fart in human form!
There was rain in the forecast for most of the morning on Tuesday, and I was looking forward to a hike in the woods as it fell. Sadly, Ma Nature didn’t get the memo, and the rain didn’t start until a couple of hours after I finished. To quote my late father, “Well, I’ll be a son-of-a-bitch.”
Well, just because it didn’t rain, doesn’t mean I wasn’t soaked… with sweat! Eesh!! Seems just like last week, I was still hiking with gloves on, and now I finish soaked and smelling like a rotting onion, lost in the dark nether regions of its corner kitchen cabinet home (not that something like that has ever happened in our house).
With a semi-slack weekend partially filled with watching horrible International Friendly football matches that are leading up to a World Cup that 99% of all footy fans (including myself) know is, for the most part, a corrupt, US-based shit show on nearly every possible level (economic, human rights, environmental, meteorological, basic human decency, etc.) I was happy to be back on the trails this morning and far away from anything relating to the USA or FIFA. #lovefootballhateFIFA