Not to beat a spent lingam, but I haven’t been on trails using just my trail runners since sometime in mid-November. Until today.
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Yo-Yo Vibes
As I pulled into the muddy parking lot today, I swore that I would not use microspikes for the day’s lumber. There is just no way! Screw it, I’m done!
No Coyote To See Here
I pulled into the lot just before 7 AM today, and once again had the debate of whether to strap on microspikes or not, given that half of the trails are clear. I went with spikes ’cause half the trails remain a solid sheet of ice and I’m a “glass half empty or half filled with shit” sort of dork.
The Mink & The Crow
Garage Doors & A Sunny Morning
After five days of waking up not sick, but still with some sort of allergy or slight head cold, I woke up on Saturday not sick and without some sort of allergy or head cold. There was much rejoicing.
Floating Heads & Possible Normalcy
Today was Day 4 of waking up not sick, but still with some sort of allergy or slight head cold. I’m kind of used to it now. So, into the woods I went.
Not As Bad As I Thought
Today was Day 3 of waking up not sick, but still with some sort of allergy or head cold. Such is life, and not enough to keep me out of the woods.
Mergansers & Miles
Woke up not sick today, so that was good. I still have something, but after 24+ hours, it remains just a runny nose, so I think it’s mostly like allergies from the billions of wet leaves that cover the ground after the snow melt. Then again, I’m no doctor, but I do have a costume in the bedroom closet for special occasions. In any event, allergy meds are doing the job for now.
Foiled and Back
As I woke up on Wednesday morning, I could hear light rain striking the windows. “Hmmmm… going to be a wet lumber this morning,” I thought as I climbed out of bed and fart-walked my way to the bathroom.
Soon—or two hours later— I was gearing up and ready to head out. Now the rain was absolutely lashing down, and the sky had nearly returned to complete darkness!
“SHIT!! Oh, fuck it, by the time I get to the trails, it’ll slow down or stop!!”
At Slack’s End
After a few days spent with my slack turned blissfully up to 11, I woke up Monday morning with not one ounce of desire to lumber on what were either going to be extremely slushy trails or extremely icy trails. Either way, I knew I didn’t have the brain power to deal, so I didn’t. Giving up is so easy, I really should get back into the routine.
Fast forward to Tuesday morning…