I am blessed by the dogs above with the ability to write about the most mundane, stupid shit and force people (not really) to read about it. You’re welcome. — Management
Just as I knew in my heart going into 2024 that it was going to be a shit show of a year, I knew for over a week going into Monday that it would be a shit show of a day.
Until it wasn’t.
I had a scheduled cleaning at my dentist at 8:45 Monday morning and an appointment with Mindbender III (A New Hope) at 12:30. That’s a lot of human interaction that I would rather not have.
With that, I had a plan to go to the dentist, then immediately get a lumber in before coming home to shower (again), eat, and go to my next appointment. Then, I would go straight to the grocery store for the week’s shopping before finally making my way back across the open borders of the subdivision and the safety of the Cul De Sac Shack.
However, late Friday afternoon, the dentist called and asked me/told me they needed to move my appointment to 9:45. Shit.
OK, I’ll get out at the ass crack of dawn and get a few miles in, then the dentist, then MBIII(ANH), then groceries, yada, yada, yada.
But the lure of hot coffee, eggs, and toast was too much, and I failed to get out the door for my hike. So, I went with Plan C and climbed on the treadmill with the plan to do some running and finally get back to high-intensity workouts after taking 7 or so weeks off to avoid fallen leaves, watch my mind meltdown into a pile of anxiety-ridden stinking dog shit, then unmelt and then reform back into its normal mess.
I had a screwed up dream last night involving a cork and saw a random one today. Strange!
Just before I headed to the Not So Stankment to climb on the treadmill, the dentist’s office called again (they must have me on speed dial) and informed me that the hygienist who was to do my cleaning was off sick. They need to move me to next Tuesday, blah, blah, blah.
OK, that makes the day easier, but I missed my window for a morning lumber, so I stuck with the plan to treadmill.
The lumber/run went unexpectedly good, and after a .25-mile warmup, I was happy to see that jogging at what was my normal treadmill 5 MPH was way too slow now, so the jog became 6 MPH and would climb to 7 and 8 MPH on occasion.
During one effort, my watch buzzed with a phone call. It was the freaking dentist again!! That shit can wait, and I lumbered on going nowhere fast while listening to the soothing sounds of Zip Tie Handcuffs.
I finished up with 3.27 (including .50 miles of warmup/down) miles in around 39 minutes.
Not a long run, but it was nice to get some intense work in, get my heart rate up, and actually get a good sweat on. In hindsight, I should have grabbed my fan or opened the window to regulate the heat a bit, but I’ll take what I can get. No sweaty selfies were taken, but if you can imagine a honey-baked ham covered in hair and a gelatinous SPAM-like slime, that’s what I looked like.
Once done and stretched, I checked the message from the dentist’s office. Now they wanted to know if I could come on tomorrow (Tuesday). What the hell? I told them I had just rearranged my schedule, and I’m sticking with next week. Sweet Jeebus, never has there been so much drama and phone tag associated with an appointment made six months ago!
The appointment with Mindbender III went well, with no changes to my Lexapro, even though I begged like a junkie for her to prescribe me a handful of Valium to be taken daily with a liter of gin. I jest, but I wouldn’t have argued.
For dinner that evening, I made 2-ingredient pizza dough and undid all the work I did that morning. This is why I work out! #fatbutfit
Things got back to normal on Tuesday with a 6.26-mile lumber in the wonderfully misty rain.
Trees are like potato chips. Once you start…
The hike was peaceful, the woods were wonderfully silent, and I was pleasantly surprised not to hear any gunshots from hunters on the nearby properties.
I took my Nikon Z6 for a spin for the first time in ages and forgot how much I enjoy the feeling of that camera in my hand compared to the Z50.
Some pecker’s glory hole.
I can’t say I got anything spectacular, but it feels so good to be back actually wanting to take photos again after weeks of mindless rage hiking.
Missing a lumber on Monday puts me behind on “real” miles for the week, but I’ll get it done somehow.
I won’t bore you with more Tales of The Mundane (although I am flirting with the idea of strapping a GoPro on while I dust) because I gotta get my Cul De Sac Shack duties done and enjoy the dark, rain-soaked day.
Wifey is working in the office today, so I might even get crazy and turn some music on and croon along.
Later.