Most of the weekend was spent doing next to nothing. I always think that is going to have me rejuvenated and refreshed, but it really just makes me an irritable little bitch. Yet I keep doing it.
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Crazy Birds & Goals Met
[I] decided to cut back on the distance a smidge this week in an attempt to recover from lots of miles over the past few weeks.
I said that in Tuesday’s post, and I meant it. Well, at least at the time, and I kept to it for the first three days of the week when I did sub-6 mile hikes and was more than OK with aiming for a 25-mile week.
The Good Odd Days
I was up at 5:40 AM, got Lola fed, had some coffee, read the footy news, dumped out, and then had my aging, flaccid white-man ass on the trails by 6:50 AM. There was much rejoicing.
When I pulled into the lot, there was an unfamiliar Ford Transit in the lot, and as much as I tend to imagine people living in the park, this woman was TOTALLY living in the park—at least for the night. As indicated by her van filled with racks of clothing, various water jugs, and bedding. Oh well, like James Hetfield once crooned, “Where I lay my head is home.” She was packing up as I set off down the trail and gone when I finished. Safe travels, Parking Lot Sleeping Lady.
Mid-Week Lumber
Wednesday brought a perfect summer morning, and I was on the trails at 6:45 with the goal of getting at least 5 miles in and then getting home for breakfast, lawn mowing, and grocery-getting.
Frogs and Flowers
Last weekend was full of well-deserved slack, and I was happy to do next to nothing but watch some pretty horrible international football on the TV whilst drinking beer and fighting off the want to remove myself even further from the Great American Shit Show and the cult of racist, red-hat-wearing fuck faces who are in NO way making this country great again.
I digress.
Goals Met, Boat Shoes, & Slacks
Today’s lumber was all about hitting my 30-mile goal for the week, and spoiler alert—I did.
I only needed 4.5 miles, so it wasn’t that big of a deal, but I’m glad I got it done. Sure, I COULD somewhat easily hike 30 miles a week if I went by the 7-day week, and at times, I’ve been forced to. However, I’ve realized lately, or maybe knew all along, that doing it in 5 days is not only harder (in a good way) but also gives me some structure to my life as if I had an actual career outside the home, like the bad ol’ days instead of being a dumbass who specializes in cooking, cleaning, lawn mowing, and failure (ha!).
Toads, Blades, and Auto Glass
With nearly 20 miles in my legs, I was not feeling all that energetic at the start of today’s lumber, but some early critter encounters gave me a lift, and I ended up getting another 7-mile loop in, and now sit at 26.50 miles on the week, and will no doubt hit my 30-mile goal on Friday morning.
It is What it Was
As last evening went on, it became increasingly apparent, that what I thought was some sort of poison on my shins was, in fact, poison on my shins.
Time to Up The Pace Again?
A chill weekend hanging around the Cul-De-Sac-Shack doing nothing much had me anxious to get back in the woods on Monday morning. And that’s what I did.
Even though the calendar says it’s June now, the temps were in the low 40s when my feet hit the trail at 6:50 this morning. But the sun was shining, and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky when I started out, so it was easy enough to deal with some cold digits.
The Grocery Store Selfie
It’s been a chill weekend, and I now find myself here early Sunday morning with no footy to watch, no hike planned, the grass already cut, and a large coffee in hand, so I felt the need to write about a trip to the grocery store the other day. Because isn’t that what people do on a Sunday morning?
Enter the Soiled Wayback Machine, and let’s travel back to a couple of days ago as I blather on about things completely unrelated to cycling, hiking, or photography.