After taking Sunday off to rest and goof off, I was eager to get back into the woods for some lumbering this week. Sadly, it would be delayed due to an early morning appointment with my eye doctor that took way longer than expected. With that, my return to the woods would have to wait until Tuesday while I took care of some much-needed chores around the Cul De Sac Shack. That was my first mistake.
It finally happened! I finally got some pain-free mojo back and completed my first 30+ mile week since late April.
I have returned to the woods for my daily lumbers with next to no pain left from April’s Dog Dirt incident. However, by mile 5 it does start letting me know that it’s still hanging around.
It’s 6:41 AM on Sunday morning, the sun is up, the air is cool, and my first of two cups of Bust Ass are going down nicely.
Part of me wants to lace up and get out for some early morning lumbering, but the other part of me knows that my foot is finally making some real progress in the pain department, so caution must be exercised.
I also know that my stomach has been a mess this week with some sort of bug, which has exhausted me; the Championship playoff final is on at 10, I need to pick up some groceries, and once the grass dries, it will need to be cut for the second time this week (a two-mile walk each cut in and of itself).
So, while I only got 20 miles of lumbering in this week (down 10 from my 30-mile goal), I’m hopeful that I’m finally turning the corner in the pain and random injury department and plan to get back to normal lumbering this coming week.
Later.
Last week kind of sucked. I did a dirt road ride on Monday due to a continued issue with my right foot, but I wasn’t really into it, so I headed back into the woods at 85% fitness and had next to no fun and only got 16.5 miles in my aching feetz.
I once again took the weekend off from any outdoor fitness activities and committed to stretching, resting, and watching the last weekend of Premiere League football until August.
After taking the weekend off for more lawn mowing and general mischief, I headed out for a short dirt road ride on Monday.
After hitting the Publish button on my last post, I stuffed the Stache (known in some circles of my brain as The Mustachioed Bastard for reasons I will spew forth later) into Escape II and drove to my normal lumbering trails at Deerfield Park. Only this time, there was no lumbering but 11 miles of big wheel cruising through the woods.
I woke up early Tuesday morning with daylight sneaking through the curtains of the bedroom, a few minutes before my artificial “sun” alarm clock was due to wake me at 6 AM.
Despite the slightly earlier wake-up, I was eager to get the dogs out, get some breakfast in, and plan another ride in lieu of my normal lumbers.
Then things changed.
OK, the 2024 Lumber Through Hell Tour is temporarily on hold while I let my foot heal from whatever is wrong with it.
I’m not happy about that, but as luck and hard work with the O.G. Mindbender would have it, I know I have choices and options, and one of those options is riding my gahdamn bike
Part I: Pain and Miles
It’s been a month since the Dog Dirt Incident, and while my foot is void of all bruising, the pain and swelling are the same, if not worse.