Oh, that weekend! It was a good weekend, but to be honest, it had no right being so.
As I mentioned in the last post, Saturday morning, I was up at 5:20 to coffee up, and get down in the Not So Stankment to put a second coat of paint on the walls of B’s bedroom. I have to say it turned out pretty sweet.
My “rest” weekend has been pretty crap due to the dreaded International Break and a lack of quality footy on TV. And avoiding any woodsy photo-creeps due to trigger-happy deer hunters looking for a kill. I’ll give ’em until Monday, but then I’ll be rolling the dice that none of their bullets find their way into the park.
The weekend was dark, dank, and raining most of the time, and that made me feel good to already have my 30 miles in, and nothing planned other than 48+ hours of slack, which started at 3:01 PM Friday.
The week, or at least the past two days (from the perspective of a woodsy lumberist, not real life, no one wants to hear about that bullshit), has been more of the same in a good way:
My pretty, OK, not bad, kinda good week of lumbering continued on Thursday morning.
The difference between my first three lumbers this week and my last two was vast. During those first three lumbers, I felt like my feet were moving me forward, but that was about it. Not to mention my brain was in a depressive fog.
Last weekend was swell, even though there was no lumbering and no photo creeping.
Saturday was spent watching footy from the time I woke up until late in the afternoon. As a bonus, Spurs won 3-0 over West Ham, and sit 3rd in the table after 4 games. Yeah, yeah, I know it’s super early, but after finishing 17th last year, it’s nice to imagine a top-four finish.
Last week was a good week of doing stuff. I only lumbered 21.5 miles, but I also did a 27.5-mile dirt road ride on Mr. Burgundy and bonked harder than I have bonked outside of a race due to being an idiot and not eating before I left the house. Live and learn, etc.
Another week of lumbering is in the books. Maybe, I don’t know, I might do more. I’m at 26.5 miles now and have an open weekend alone since Wifey is out living her best life in western Pennsylvania again.
The past week was not my best week of lumbering, but I’m still on track to get over 100 miles in my feetz this month, so I guess I have that to cling onto like a deflated life jacket whilst sinking in a sea of American suck and worldly misanthropy.
Regardless of the lack of lumbering, intense heat, thunderstorms, and the endless appointments I seemed to have had last week, it was a good week if, for no other reason, our B-Man was back home after a month of school in London and some European travels to Amsterdam and Ireland.