With 30+ miles in my feet in 5 days, I took all of last weekend off to recover and do basically nothing other than watch football, make a variety of food, and listen to music as I swilled Centennial IPAs and yelled at the match announcers on the TV. Basically, it was like any other afternoon, except I didn’t lumber either day.
I did go to Meridian Park on Saturday for a short photo creep. I took some macro shots, that were OK, but there was little wildlife around, other than a few red-winged blackbirds, and the light was horrible. I also stepped in creamy dog shit and didn’t realize until I was halfway home and was overcome with the smell of said canine feecus and had to drive with my head out the window. I love me some dogs, but you gotta clean up their shit, assholes.
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I was back in the woods Monday for a hike in the chilly 25Ëš morning air and got just under 6.5 miles in at a full lumber pace, so that was a decent way to start the week.
Tuesday brought another six-plus miles in the feet and flirting with the back spasms and pain I’ve been dealing with from an awkward carry of Jake (The Dog) last week.
Despite the painful flirtations, I still made good time and even pulled off a sub-15-minute mile with no actual running involved. Granted, it was a pretty flat stretch, but when a fat man does something even moderately good physically, it must be celebrated—preferably with beer and pizza.
I took a few snapshots of some birds along the way and a squirrel who wasted my time and refused to jump to the next tree for the shot. Instead, he just sat there with what looked like a tooth and/or pick in his mouth, like some kinda big tailed tough guy.
More miles and pixels to come this week. Hopefully celebrated later with beer and pizza.
Later.