After missing a hike on Tuesday due to an appointment with Dr. Bob, I happily returned to the woods this morning.
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A Month Starts, A Week Ends
My pretty, OK, not bad, kinda good week of lumbering continued on Thursday morning.
Gone Green
After a mostly boring Monday evening, and in the midst of a 12-hour minimum fast for blood work Tuesday morning, I went to bed around 7:30 PM and read for about an hour before turning in.
Then, I was up early and at the lab at 6:58 for them to suck a vial of blood from my arm.
Thirty Miles & A Music Story
The difference between my first three lumbers this week and my last two was vast. During those first three lumbers, I felt like my feet were moving me forward, but that was about it. Not to mention my brain was in a depressive fog.
On Therapy and Lumbers
THINGS NOT ABOUT HIKING
The week’s lumbers thus far have not been my best, with my mind firmly in the clenched jaws of the black dog. Thankfully, on Wednesday afternoon, I had my bi-weekly appointment with the OG Mindbender.
Bird Fishing
On Tuesday, I once again found myself driving to the trails in some of the worst fog I’ve ever driven in. It was like driving into a white wall for 13 minutes, hoping to arrive with car and body intact.
Monday Morning Darkness
After a weekend of blissful slack that included nerding out watching a come-from-behind draw for Spurs (finally learning to be not-so-Spursy), and Arsenal dropping much-needed points to City (A loss would have been better and put Spurs in 2nd rather than 3rd). Not to mention Wifey kindly got up with Lola on Sunday, which allowed me to sleep in until around 8, which is almost 3 hours longer than I have in ages. Damn, that felt good!
Whoo-Hooing at Dawn
As per usual, I was up at 5:20 on Thursday to coffee up, dump out, get my shit together, and get to the park at 7 just as the sun was creeping up over the horizon.
The Cold Warm Up
As I took off down the main path towards the trails on Wednesday, it was apparent that I was duped by the warm 80˚ days and cold 45˚ nights and found myself a tad underdressed for the occasion (“Me without clothes? Well, a nation turns its back and gags”). So, I shook off the morning chill, put a spring in my step, and hoped to warm up soon by getting into lumbering mode as quickly as possible.
Thirty in Five
Thursday, I stomped out another 6 miles in the crisp morning air, and it was pretty darn not bad.