After having my weekly mileage goals temporarily stymied by winter, I was stoked to complete my fourth 30-mile week in a row on Friday, with three of the four weeks completed in just five days, leaving me to contemplate the need to increase my weekly goal. Or just continue to recover and slack my ass off when the weekend comes.
As much as I enjoy seeing the Lumbering numbers that I continue to put up, there is always a tinge of shame involved if I start thinking about the things I used to do (100-mile, 12/24-hour solo mountain bike races, epic rides in the mountains of PA, etc.) opposed to what amounts to now merely walking in the woods at speeds that scream, “I gotta poop real bad!”
So, I won’t think about it! Why should I? I’m 52 gahdamn years old, hike 30-plus miles a week in the woods, got control of my depression, dragged my ass out of the Bed of Torment, lost close to 40 pounds, have an amazing wife and son, the freedom of not having a “real” 9-5 job thanks to Wifey’s brain, can take a pretty OK photo now and then, care for an old as fuck bulldog (Jake The Dog), and can cook one of the best damn breakfast burritos you’ve ever eaten. And we haven’t even got into my exceptional taste in music or my much-lauded sexual prowess! (thankfully)
CURRENT 2024 LUMBER THROUGH HELL TOUR STATS:
Hikes: 50 hikes in 76 days
Total Distance: 269.62 miles
Average Distance: 5.39 miles per hike
Distance Since 9.19.22 (AKA Bed of Torment Day): 1,926.66 miles
Lola says stick to Guinness this weekend.
Oh well, looking forward to a weekend of Premier League and FA Crap football and maybe a photo creep or two.
Later.
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