I got back on track with my miles on Tuesday, stomping out a 6.14-mile loop, and taking a few pics along the way. The pics weren’t great, but it was nice to have my mojo back a bit.
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Rolling Rocks & Lumbering Miles
Woodsy Sounds, Soiled Sounds
For the sake of not forcing my daily micro-adventures down the throats of the world, I have limited my posting this week. [insert ironic crowd cheers here]
The reason being that while the week has offered me my normal allotment of miles, it’s been more “samey” than usual.
I wake early, drink some coffee, drive to the trails in the dark, hike 6+ miles, and hardly see any critters because the sun has only been fully up for about 30 minutes by the time I finish.
From Weekend To Week
The weekend was the weekend, and as weekends go, it was a pretty good weekend. Know-what-I-mean?
To The Weekend
It’s been busy Friday that started with a 6-mile lumber to get me over my 30-mile weekly goal, and then home for my second (or is it the third?) “Mulch Mow” this week of the leaves around the vast (not really) grounds of the Cul-De-Sac-Shack. Not my favorite activity, but a good way to get another mile or two in my feetz. Then it was on to more crap that I wanted to get done before the weekend.
More than half of my hike was done in the dark today, so I only have one photo. I did have a Bald Eagle sighting, and a pic, but it was flying high above, so it’s pretty crap. Still, seeing an eagle soaring overhead is always amaze.
I’m glad to have hit my 30-mile goal for the week again, and I’m of course looking forward to my weekend of slack, footy, beer, photo-creepin’, and goofing off.
Later.
The Joy of Wet
I woke up on Wednesday morning to a steady drizzle of rain, and I have to admit that it put a smile on my face.
This past summer and early fall were very dry, and I had very few, if any, lumbers in the rainy woods. Well, at least extended ones of any note.
A Bad Start, Good Finish
Some days you wake up and just know that things are going to be shit. And some days, you have that realization as you are in the act of doing so at 5:15 AM, and your cantankerous bulldog is snorting, whining, huffing, and puffing at the bathroom door for her morning gruel.
“GIRL, GIMME A SECOND, I’M IN THE MIDDLE OF SOMETHING!!”
Slack Done, Back to Lumbering
The weekend was dark, dank, and raining most of the time, and that made me feel good to already have my 30 miles in, and nothing planned other than 48+ hours of slack, which started at 3:01 PM Friday.
Motivated By Slack
I felt good when Lola and I got up at 5:20, although I will say, she was WAY more excited to stuff her face in a bowl of “lamb” and rice dog food than I was to serve it, but I was looking forward to the day’s lumber, despite the early morning assault on my senses.
Night Moves During The Day
I can’t remember the exact moment in the last year that I decided to start getting up at 5:20 AM every weekday. I also don’t know the exact reason why, but I think it’s something to do with not letting my mind be lulled into a mind-funk by staying in The Bed of Torment any longer than needed.