After my First World mental meltdown concerning aging, being stupid, mobile phones, frozen Apple I.D. accounts, and realizing that I’m 52 years old, offer nothing to society and get the same in return, I said that I would bounce back like a fat kid through a trampoline. Well, I am happy to report that I bounced back and then some by lumbering over 30 miles in 5 days; to hell with the trampoline-breaking fat kid; this week, I was bouncing back like the glutes of Big Sean’s lady friend!
Small tree branch blurring my shot.
MONDAY: 6.50
TUESDAY: 6.09
WEDNESDAY: 5:16
THURSDAY: 5.36
FRIDAY: 7.75
SATURDAY: Not a damn thing.
SUNDAY: Probably not a damn thing
The first lost glove of the season.
It felt good to be in the woods getting in miles, and my feet have been feeling pretty good lately as well; no doubt they know they have an upcoming appointment with Sister Sole M.D. this week and are in fear of being scolded for their calluses, broken nails, and various other lumps, bumps, and overuse injuries brought forth from my old ass feet lumbering nearly 1,500 miles since September 2022.
Later.
THE SOILED SOUNDS TRACK VIDEO OF THE POST
I love me some Red Fang and this live set recorded by German TV is excellent. It has a great setlist, and it sounds really good, especially if you hook your TV up some OK-ish bookshelf speakers.