It’s 6:41 AM on Sunday morning, the sun is up, the air is cool, and my first of two cups of Bust Ass are going down nicely.
Part of me wants to lace up and get out for some early morning lumbering, but the other part of me knows that my foot is finally making some real progress in the pain department, so caution must be exercised.
I also know that my stomach has been a mess this week with some sort of bug, which has exhausted me; the Championship playoff final is on at 10, I need to pick up some groceries, and once the grass dries, it will need to be cut for the second time this week (a two-mile walk each cut in and of itself).
So, while I only got 20 miles of lumbering in this week (down 10 from my 30-mile goal), I’m hopeful that I’m finally turning the corner in the pain and random injury department and plan to get back to normal lumbering this coming week.
Later.