I was pretty beat after yesterday’s 7-mile lumber but was eager to get back out to try to reach my unofficial 30-mile weekly summer goal today.
I hadn’t even walked 20 yards and I had already seen a rabbit, a deer, and a gray catbird high in a tree as the sun was rising. The catbird shot isn’t my normal kind of shot, but it ended up being one of my favorites of the week. I guess there’s something to say about pushing yourself out of your creative comfort zone.
The photos you see here were all I got today, but I really didn’t mind. I was out hiking on an early spring morning, got 5.13 miles in on the day, 30.18 on the week, and 126.76 miles on the month. I was also happy to see that I did 21 lumbers this month and averaged just over 6 miles per hike.
Sadly, all my miles hike are just pissing in the ocean because I’m still what is commonly known as Fit But Fat. Meaning I can hike 30 miles in five straight days, but I’m still technically obese; I still hate myself after 53 years despite meds and therapy, I still struggle to look in a mirror, I still don’t want to be around people, and if it weren’t for the brief mental clarity and creative release I get from hiking almost every morning, I would gladly give it all up to drink endless bottles of cheap gin under a bridge for the rest of my days. Of course, my technical obesity, my abhorrence of cheap gin, and my lack of under-the-bridge hobo living skills would mean that the rest of my days would be rather brief. Hmmm…
Time to finish up some shit and prepare to get technically fatter.
Later.