The weekend was one that I anxiously await to completely forget due to the amount that it sucked and the horrible mood that I was in that seemingly dragged any and everybody in my path down into the depressive muck that I wallow in on a daily basis. Welcome, I’ve been expecting you.
NOTE: As you can see, I am in the middle of some long overdue house cleaning here on Soiled. Things aren’t going to look “normal” for a while, but I hope to have my PHP updated and changed over to a theme that is not 15 years old in the near future. Or not.
Moving on…
Funny how a week can change like that *snaps old chubby fingers together*.
Tuesday night, as I was just about ready for bed, our power went out for no reason. No storms, no wind, no nothing. I figured some idiot crashed into a pole or something, and it would be back on in 45 minutes. It was not.
I was back in the woods on Monday morning for a 5.16-mile lumber. It was nice to be back amongst the trees, and it was a great way to start off “The Day of Me.” Also known as my 54th birthday.
Last week was a good week of doing stuff. I only lumbered 21.5 miles, but I also did a 27.5-mile dirt road ride on Mr. Burgundy and bonked harder than I have bonked outside of a race due to being an idiot and not eating before I left the house. Live and learn, etc.
I mentioned a few things here recently about the need to shake things up and push myself a little harder, so as not to burn out on any one outdoor physical activity, similar to what I did with dabbling in trail running last summer to get over some injuries and summertime ennui.
I love my lumbers, and I love lumbering with my camera, but the past couple of weeks of relentless bugs, lack of quality photos, and humidity have had me a bit miserable and looking for easy options.
Since I had a come to Jeebus moment in the spring of 2024 in regards to my love/lost/sort of re-found love of cycling, I figured, fuck it, let’s interject some riding into the lumbering mix again.
One day last week, I found myself feeling pretty low and wanted little to do with the outside world, but the fridge told me that we needed eggs, cheese, and a 12-pack of fresh IPA; so, off to Ric’s, the local grocer with a good beer selection, I went.
It was a pretty good week of lumbering, and I have 26.5 miles in my feetz as of Friday. This leaves me the weekend to either creep around somewhere with my macro kit, or Dog forbid, go for a bike ride if I can get out before the heat of the day.
Another week of lumbering is in the books. Maybe, I don’t know, I might do more. I’m at 26.5 miles now and have an open weekend alone since Wifey is out living her best life in western Pennsylvania again.
The week thus far has been hot, sticky, and pretty darn not bad in the lumbering department.
Since no one, not even me, wants to hear me wax poetic about stumbling around the woods sweating all over myself whilst covered in multiple layers of bug spray, I will just post the pics and get back to my daily duties.
The past week was not my best week of lumbering, but I’m still on track to get over 100 miles in my feetz this month, so I guess I have that to cling onto like a deflated life jacket whilst sinking in a sea of American suck and worldly misanthropy.
Regardless of the lack of lumbering, intense heat, thunderstorms, and the endless appointments I seemed to have had last week, it was a good week if, for no other reason, our B-Man was back home after a month of school in London and some European travels to Amsterdam and Ireland.