While I wait for aging, hurt body parts to improve while lumbering, I continue to plod/run through the woods because, for some reason, that does not hurt. Well, it doesn’t hurt my knee.
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Lumbers and The Sniffers
Monday was finally a rest day from lumbering and attempts at running, and it gave me a chance to get some much-needed shit done around the CDSS, as well as do the grocery shopping, etc.
With Wifey still on a restricted diet of puréed foods after her surgery last month, I made a pot of White Bean Rosemary Soup, and she loved it. So much so that she was threatening to eat it for breakfast this morning. I talked her out of it.
With that major culinary win, I’m looking for more things to use my new emersion blender on that aren’t human orifices. So, later today I plan on making a black bean soup recipe I found. A happy wife and so much Cat 5 culinary winning; Quinquagenarian Sexy Time is a sure thing this coming weekend! But again, I’ve said too much.
So Much Amazing Stupidity!
The last needless post was way too long and written over several days, and I told myself that I’d vomited enough sophomoric wit and unsolicited opinions (my age is showing) onto your screens this week. But then, sometimes, shit happens. So, here we are. Sorry.
A Pain Barrier Broken
Monday afternoon was rough; my feetz and knee were not happy about my successful-at-the-time attempt to outrun some ongoing injuries earlier in the day.
Tuesday morning shit didn’t hurt any worse than the day before, but I opted not to lumber. Instead, I spent the early morning getting things done inside the Cul-De-Sac-Shack, and then I shifted outside to mow, trim, and sweat all over the lawn before finally collapsing in a gelatinous mass of sweat, fat, and throbbing plantar fascia.
Those Two Words
After a nice 5-mile lumber on Sunday morning and a great birthday of footy, Jet’s Pizza, carrot cake, and hoppy beverages, I was eager to get back in the woods on Monday morning.
A Bit of A Lumber and A Birthday
I was in bed before 10 on Saturday night and up at 6 for the dogs and to coffee up and get out the door for an empty stomach lumber in the woods, a lumber that would have me hit 20 miles for the week. Again, not my normal 30, but after a month of deck refinishing and limping, I’m happy enough with it.
Finding My Way Back Again
I’ve tried several times to write a stupid post about getting back on the trails for a few lumbers this week as I ease my hurtin’ feetz and knee back into bigger weeks, but it seems pretty pointless.
Earlier this week, I got a message from my brother to tell me that some tests my father had after a recent surgical procedure came back positive, and further, more intense treatment is necessary.
I don’t want to violate any father/son HIPPA regulations, so I’ll just say the news threw me a bit more than I thought, and I soon found myself going down a rabbit hole of beer, Euro 24 replays, and loud music to try to take my mind off of it.
Is It Really Done?
A little over a month ago, with virtually NO experience whatsoever, I started the solo process of stripping and re-staining the deck of the Cul De Sac Shack and quickly gave up.
Improvements & Moods
As I type this dross in the darkness of a rainy Saturday morning, I look back at a week filled with ups and downs.
Nearing The End and The Start
June is done. Thank the dogs above!