The last week was a good one; I exceeded 25 miles of woodsy walking (26.52), finally received the new to me, no longer produced Fuji Film X70 that I traded in some old, unused Nikon DX kit towards, and Election Day went very well on national and local levels, including Big Gretch being re-elected, and Michigan passing Prop 3 which adds women’s reproductive rights to our state constitution.
Sure, I had to take Saturday off from hiking to let my ankle rest due to an ongoing issue that I’ve been dealing with since mid-July; I probably still paid too much for a seven-year-old camera, and yes, I was a dick to a former teacher of B’s that was protesting Prop 3 outside of the polling center after she asked me if I needed info on how to vote on Prop 31. But to be fair, I never liked that woman due to her ability to squash the creativity and want to read out of 4th graders like a self-appointed Catholic Joseph Goebbels, and no one should be loitering in parking lots telling people how to vote. So, like, whatever, lady.
As mentioned above, the hikes on the week were good, with 4 out of the 6 done in unseasonably warm November temps and 2 of the 6 exceeding 5 miles as I inch closer towards the 200-mile mark (since 9/19) this week.
Of course, every time I talk about my hikes, I feel the pangs of shame that there was a day when 100-mile mountain bike races and 50-mile dirt road rides were my jam, and now I struggle to get in 25 miles of hiking in a week without aggravating old injuries, but hey, all that is several years, blog posts, blood clots, pounds, jobs, and bouts of depression ago.
I have a somewhat positive blog post about falling out of love with my bike in the hopper, but I never published it because I thought I needed to adjust the tone in parts, but then I lost interest, and the world is a better place for that, for now.
Another week is upon us, and I have the same goal; exceed 25 miles of hiking, keep hydrating, watch my fatty food intake, and take photos.
Later.
SOILED SOUNDS TRACK OF THE POST
Today I go back in time yet again with The Libertines and the 2002-ish track, I Get Along.
Thankfully I was wrong (well, mostly) about their demise, and now here we are 20 years later, and I’m still listening to them; they are also still touring, making excellent music, and Pete traded his love of heroine for French cheese and wine.
Anyway, I have always loved I Get Along, and if you can get through it without singing “get along, get along, get along, get along” during the chorus, well, then that is yet another example of you being a better person than me. Note that Pete is not in the video which means he was either in jail, strung out in an alley, or robbing Carl’s apartment again.
Also worth checking out are Pete’s side project, Babyshambles, and Carl Barât’s band, Dirty Pretty Things.