
As I entered the woods for my lumber early Friday morning, I told myself that I had a bit over 18 miles, and if I could push for 7, I would be happy enough with a 25 in 5 week vs. a 30 in 5. I clearly don’t have enough to think about.

As I entered the woods for my lumber early Friday morning, I told myself that I had a bit over 18 miles, and if I could push for 7, I would be happy enough with a 25 in 5 week vs. a 30 in 5. I clearly don’t have enough to think about.

The pattern continued on Thursday with another 6+ mile early morning lumber in the woods.

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!