I woke up Thursday morning at 5:20, fed the dog, and thought about the morning’s lumber. Something was telling me to skip it, and after a few minutes of internal discussions, I decided that I was not one to argue with “something,” and pulled the plug.
The weekend was the weekend; I did intervals on the Dreadmill on Saturday morning, and I made the best of watching the Round of 8 World Cup matches (C’MON ENGLAND!) whilst making bad decisions.
The weekend also helped kick off the annual “Week of Me,” which started on Sunday when Wifey and I celebrated our 29th wedding anniversary. Yes, yes, I am just as surprised as you that she’s still here, but to know me is to tolerate me, and Wifey does it very well. AND I think she MIGHT even love me.
Please note that this post contains a good deal of satirical opinions. So, like, don’t be getting your panties in a bunch, man.
— Thanks, Management
The first week of July was lackluster to say the least. Intense heat and crazy high humidity made being outside for more than a few minutes pretty miserable. That, along with a mild stomach bug that hit me Thursday morning and lasted off and on again until Saturday morning (I blame shredded hoagie lettuce from the night before; no pun intended, but you can’t trust that shit SEE UPDATE AT BOTTOM, made the idea of being in the woods an unappealing prospect to say the least.
My woodsy lumbering has been on hold for a couple of days as I let the intense heat get back to normal over the next 24-48 hours. In the meantime, I have been taking advantage of the pollinator garden in the yard as my personal macro studio. It’s been swell.
The weekend was the weekend, and I didn’t do much unrelated to watching footy and listening to music whilst cooking food and enjoying pints of the black stuff.
With that, I was happy to be back lumbering in the woods on Monday for a warm and sweaty 6+ mile loop. It was warm, but nowhere near what it would be like on Tuesday.
As I entered the woods for my lumber early Friday morning, I told myself that I had a bit over 18 miles, and if I could push for 7, I would be happy enough with a 25 in 5 week vs. a 30 in 5. I clearly don’t have enough to think about.
After Saturday’s day of moving, travel, and off-schedule eating, Sunday was spent sleeping, working on my post-moving DOMS, goofing off, and watching the World Cup.
Then, come Monday, I woke up, and my body was like, “Um, NO!” So, I listened, skipped my lumber, and instead focused on getting caught up on some Cul De Sac Shack work, whilst trying not to feel guilty for skipping a hike.
NOTE: This post has absolutely nothing to do with the outdoors and or nature photography. It’s totally a life journal entry that you are welcome to read, or discard like yesterday’s soiled gutchies.
– Management
Ah, the week’s end. Joy!
I was happy to hit my 30+ (miles) in 5 (weekdays) goal for the third week in a row. Thus making me feel 2% better about being Fat But Fit™.
Going to try to make this quick, due to being sort of busy with life and slack.
The week of lumbering is going well, with a bit over 18 miles in 3 days, and some pretty good luck in the photo department, as you will see in a few of the photos today.