I don’t know how it happened. Nor do I know if it should have happened, but this week, I finally hit my 25-mile minimum weekly goal for only the 3rd time this year. I don’t know whether to be happy or take a sad nap.
I would love to say that these gaps in my weekly mileage were because I was too busy or even too slack, but the reality is that shitty winter weather, icy trails, travel, family deaths, more travel, and finally, the Worst Case of The Flu Ever Got all conspired against me to make the first three months of 2025 a monumental case of “shit for the birds.”
But I did it, and I did it by starting little and working my way up so as not to tax my still recovering from the flu body too badly.
Monday: 3.60
Tuesday: 4.64
Wednesday: 5.11
Thursday 5.43
Friday: 6.37
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Total: 25.15
As for the rest of the week and weekend? Fuck it. Football’s International Break is finally over; I got my miles in, provisions have been bought for the weekend, and I plan on doing nothing but trying to get my appetite back, watching footy, enjoying 2 to 36 beverages, sleeping, and listening to music.
Flu Fog and Men Named Mookie for $500, Alex
I’m also hoping that I can find the mind that I apparently lost somewhere during my time with the flu. I’ve done so many stupid things this week that I can’t even keep track. There was the time I tried to put a carton of eggs away in the microwave, the times I’ve walked into a room and forgot while I came into the room, and my personal favorite, when I showed up for my appointment with the OG Mindbender Wednesday afternoon, parked my car, looked down and realized I was wearing my Adidas puffy slippers. When I walked in, she must have thought, “There really is no saving this one.” Actually, we had a good laugh about it, but still.
Another moment of WTFFF? (What The Flu Fog Fuck?) was when I was getting dressed yesterday, dropped a pair of socks, and immediately said out loud, “Oh, Mookie Blaylock!”
So what you say?
Well, I have, er, HAD, no idea who Mookie Blaylock was until I looked it up later in the day. Ex-Met turned gospel singer Mookie Wilson I knew from growing up watching baseball, but I had NO idea that Mookie Blaylock was a basketball player turned getter of DUIs whose career ended over 20 years ago, and I’m certain I NEVER saw him play. I’m also quite confused about why I would have essentially used his name in vain upon dropping my socks on the floor. Sorry Mookie.
Later.