After hitting my weekly 30-mile goal last Friday, I held true to my promise to “not do a damn thing” over the weekend. And by not do a damn thing, I mean no hiking, for there are always more leaves to bag, foods to cook, groceries to get, poop to scoop, dogs to tend to, beers to drink, music to listen to, sexy time to have, and absolute shit International football to watch (Gahdamn, I hate International Breaks!).
This week started off great with a nice 6-mile hike in the crisp late autumn sun. Then, on Tuesday, I had an early morning appointment with Sister Sole, M.D. (henceforth to be rechristened The Queen of Sole due to potential copyright infringements with a cobbler shop in Alabama run by former a nun) to have a corn removed from my little toe and various other foot injuries sorted out. There was plenty of time to get some miles in, but it was pissing down rain, 33˚, and dark as night all day; all I could muster was some stretching and going into Wifey’s home office every hour to goof off and sexually harass her whilst she worked. As a result, my alleged “unwanted advances” and perceived indecent exposures have earned me a 4:50 PM meeting with HR on Friday.
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Wednesday, I was back in the woods with my pinky toe feeling better than it has since June. It’s amazing to me how the pain from a small corn on a tiny toe can impact overall performance and the pleasure of a hike.
On Thanksgiving, I got out for 2.5-mile stomp around the trails at Meridian Park before B arrived home later in the day, and to celebrate the day I made a very non-traditional homemade Thanksgiving meal of chicken tenders (tofu for Wifey), mac and cheese, and baked oven fries, along with an Oreo pie that Wifey made; all of B’s favorites instead of too much dry turkey, and a bunch of stuff none of us eats any other time of year. [I made myself a very NOT dry turkey tenderloin and stuffing on Friday as a treat].
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I celebrated my own personal war on Christmas with a 7-mile hike on Black Friday instead of going out amongst the masses to buy shit that none of us needs or wants.
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Saturday was a day off from hiking, and I spent most of the day glued to the couch watching the return of the Premier League.
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Sunday, I met my 25-mile goal for the week with a short 3.5-mile sunrise hike at Deerfield, and now I’m looking forward to the week ahead and what I hope is more miles free of foot pain. I’d also like to take more photos this week, but critter subjects have been hard to come by, and the leaves are now void of color and look boring and brown. I need some inspiration!
Later.
THE SOILED SOUNDS TRACK OF THE POST
Audit in Progress is hands down my favorite Hot Snakes album, and the title track is probably my favorite track on the album.
However, it does sting a bit knowing that lead vocalist Rick Froberg passed away this past June from an unknown heart condition, aged 55.