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
On Friday, I got out on the trails by 6:45 AM for a 6.23-mile lumber. It was the perfect way to meet my 30 (miles) in 5 (weekdays) goal and finish the week with 30.54 miles.
It was one of my better weeks on the trail, both physically and mentally— I needed that!
The week of lumbering continues to progress nicely, with a nugget’s hair over 24 miles in my feetz after this morning, along with some OK-ish pics; nothing great, but some nice critter memories.
The weekend was a pretty good one with Ma Nature hitting the Summer Button and treating us to temps in the low 70s and brilliant sunshine all weekend—Twas loved.
This week started sort of crap, with one day of slack (Monday), and one day of opting not to lumber due to a bit of mental (I had brain poo) and creative burnout. Then, come Wednesday and Thursday, I was back in the woods for some miles.
The weather over the weekend was pretty crap: dark, grey, rainy, and quite cool for the unofficial kickoff of summer, unlike today, which is sunny and 75˚.
With Wifey somewhere in Ohio (I don’t really know, I think near some big lake… Lake Winnipesaukee or something like that), and B at his girlfriend’s parents’ for the holiday, I was left alone with Lola (the dog) for the weekend.
I pretty much needed 7 miles in my feetz today to meet my 30 in 5 goal, and to be honest, I really didn’t think I had seven in me today— until I did.