So starts another week of giving 110% to be half the man I could be. And the week started with my usual 6-mile loop on Monday.
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No Slug Dump Prison Vacations
Friday’s lumber was a tough one, and I felt sluggish the whole 6.96 miles. So sluggish that I didn’t have another .04 miles in me to hit a perfect 7.
I really don’t think I ate enough the night before, having made some pasta that, by the time it was ready, I really didn’t like (Why do I always fall for the allure of red sauce pasta?). And my morning’s breakfast wasn’t that filling as I opted to not make a breakfast burrito for the first time this week.
The Second Thousand
Another week of lumbering is in progress, with 18+ miles in the feetz so far, and reasons for mild celebrations, as I went over 2,000 miles hiked on Tuesday.
Another Goal Met
After nursing multiple injuries (foot/back/knee), I finally got my body sorted out and finished off my first 30-mile week of lumbering since mid-March, getting in 30.10 miles in 5 days, and it felt damn good!
Miles and Floor Spitting
Even with last week’s Dog Dirt incident(s), I managed to get 21 miles in my feet (one of them black and blue at the time). I could have probably got my 30 in, but I was worried about doing too much, too soon, in regards to my knee.
Black and Blue Dog Dirt
Crap iPhone photo.
Dog Dirt [noun], dog excrement.
Usage: “Jase, when you’re done eating that entire birthday cake, go clean up the dog dirt in the yard.”
So Many Words, So Little Miles Part 1
This is a big one, people. A GIANT post of ill-written word salad to make you feel better about yourself this weekend.
Well, I’m going to have to chalk this week up as a “lost week,” with only two days of hiking, and neither one of them was void of pain.
Monday’s 6-mile hike was the one that told me that I was fucked in the knee and lower back department. My back injury was brought forth from carrying Jake (The Dog), and my knee is fucked from overuse and being old.
Weekends and Beginnings
With 30+ miles in my feet in 5 days, I took all of last weekend off to recover and do basically nothing other than watch football, make a variety of food, and listen to music as I swilled Centennial IPAs and yelled at the match announcers on the TV. Basically, it was like any other afternoon, except I didn’t lumber either day.
30 Miles & More Chunk
I finished off my third 30-mile week of lumbering in a row with a 7-mile hike this morning.
After last week’s psycho-weather, Michiganderburgh has resumed normal Marchness with hike-time temps in the 30s and low 40s and me gradually getting my average speeds back up to 3.7 to 3.9 MPH while still taking a few crappy pics, something I only did once today, and not at all the day before.
Semi Wordless Post
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