After yesterday’s “run” and no quality photos taken, I was eager to return to the woods on Tuesday morning to lumber with my camera.
I have to say, Ma Nature really came through for me and presented me with multiple photo opportunities that I promptly missed, either due to photographer error or lack of a clear shot. Girl was lobbing me big ol’ softballs, and I was whiffing at every chance!
I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again: it doesn’t matter if you have to go to work or school or not; Monday’s vibes are always shit.
After I was done spewing the decaying shit in my brain to the O.G. Mindbender last week, we were talking casually, and I mentioned my somewhat steady improved attempts at running and how much of a mental rub and a tug it’s been for me. She was complimentary, but as with many therapists, I could tell she wasn’t extremely impressed.
I felt good physically after Monday morning’s lumber/run (runber?), and in a perfect world, I would do the same thing again Tuesday, especially since the mood I was in at 6:00 AM called for intense flogging and punishment for unknown reasons, although I have a feeling that it has something to do with still being alive. But it also could have been gas.
I’m now entering my third day without a lumber. It’s not good, but it’s not bad.
Sunday was spent doing normal Sunday stuff (sans lumber) and included such activities as watching grass grow, making/eating food, drinking beer, flipping through channels looking for some shred of international football to watch (thank you, Scottish Premiership), and having sexy time (not exactly in that order, but sometimes done at the same time).
I was up and in the woods by 7:15 Saturday morning, looking to stomp out 5 miles, hit my 25-mile weekly goal, and get home for breakfast and coffee while watching the USWNT quarter-final game.
That was the plan, until it wasn’t.
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.
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.
As I type this dross in the darkness of a rainy Saturday morning, I look back at a week filled with ups and downs.
June is done. Thank the dogs above!
