Take Two! After picking up my iPad the screen rotated, locked up, Safari crashed, and none of the post I had been typing had been automatically saved. 😡 I’m now using a hopefully more-reliable text editor.
Due to my own accord this weekend beat me up.
On Saturday I passed on the fun option of riding bikes with Bonnie in order to continue to make progress in the back yard. After doing yard work on Friday morning I allowed myself to start at the unbelievably late hour of 7:00am; over four hours later I could do no more. During that time I did a lot of pulling of English ivy, lopping of bushes, cutting of tree branches, and lugging of yard waste bags to the the curb. Hopefully the City will pick up yard waste today, as I now have three weeks’ worth of debris for them to collect. Keeping in mind that I am but an army of one in this effort the yard is looking better, but ever so slowly. With four hours of manual labor under my belt, I allowed myself food and relaxation for the remainder of the day and evening.
Yesterday I braved the heat and went out to Covington for the Black Sheep hash. It was hot, but at least the trail wasn’t ungodly long (a little more than four miles). I did get a bit of a briar slice on the back of my left hand, but the most damage I did to myself was when I attempted to jog through the woods on a hiking path and took a substantial tumble after kicking an unseen root. My fall landed me briefly on my palms, but the brunt of the fall was taken by my right hip (hip in bike wreck 2011). Unsurprisingly I am sore in those regions this morning. As I am wont to do I skipped the “on after”, a swimming pool gathering at someone’s house, and returned home. I thought that I could be productive last night, but soon after eating dinner I passed out on the futon until about 10:00pm, and then waddled into the bedroom to finish off the night.
No manual labor or hashing are in my future today. Instead I am going to play the roles of “employee of XYZ Corp” by day, and “lazy American” by night.
Hope that you had a healthy and happy weekend.
Hi from camping & riding over near Augusta.
Good think we have AC, it’s brutal out here.
Rode the Bartram trail right at the campground yesterday late afternoon.
11.7 miles about killed me, Steve came over from Thomson & he & Allan went 14+.
Lake water is warm, but it felt good anyway.
We are at the FATS trailhead now, it’s only 80 at 0830.
Nice! Ride well and have fun.
I am sure you know this, but Burnt Rubber was at the end of Black Sheep yesterday and apparently has either just retired, or is on the brink of doing so.
Allan knew he was close, but thought the horses & other extra curricular activities The kids have, he couldn’t afford to quite yet.
Up reasonably early Saturday for 23 hot road miles. I think the rest of the day was a loss.
Sunday, up early for yard work of my own. The kudzu has been gaining ground on the mailbox and driveway, so I beat it back with an iron rake and swing blade. The weed whacker would not start, so I see new gas in its future. Got to dust of the scooter after having done fluids Friday. Ran great.
Debbie’s SIL was with us starting Friday. She told us she had been at a birthday party last weekend where one of the attendees had since tested positive for Covid. None of us are showing any symptoms, but she and Debbie are scheduled for tests and I will be trying to get on the schedule later today. Oh. Joy.
Have a great time Barb!!
-FP
Good times on the covid tests….. let us know how you like getting a swab stuck into the back of your brain.
Hearing the neighbor’s lawn service crank up their equipment reminded me that I was going to mow my front yard this morning. Oops! Oh well, I was washing clothes instead so at least I wasn’t being lazy. I’ve now set a reminder for tomorrow morning.
I rode 62.4 miles on Saturday for my first ever metric century. Route included Eastside Beltline, Stone Mountain, including around the mountain, and the Westside Beltline. 25 miles yesterday included the Northside Beltline which I haven’t been on in years, and the Southside Beltline for my own self-styled Beltgrind.
Whoa. *Fist bump*.
I wonder if we ever encountered each other on Saturday… 🤔
Bonnie, I guess it’s possible. I left my house around 7:30, rode the Eastside trail first, and then took Freedom Park to the PATH trail. After that I headed west. This was my first time riding around the mountain, I’ll definitely do that again.
I rode from 8:30-11:15, but I rarely used the PATH, only for a stint on Church out by the perimeter.
I’ve gotten so I like the PATH trail, so I mostly stick to it. Other places I ride require road riding, so I minimize my risk where I can.
And yeah, that mountain is a good workout!
Go Lurker, GO!! And it was hot! Well done. (pun intended)
Thanks, Steve! I went through at least a gallon of fluids, that’s for sure.
You’re riding more than the professionals!
It’s my new way of coping with the pandemic. I’m not planning to extend my range any further this summer, but I do want to figure out a century ride this fall. Until then I’ll still do rides in the 50 to 60 mile range though.
Damn Lurker- you go!
I just finished 11 miles here at FATS, it isn’t even that hilly, but I’m beat!
Allan & Steve are doing the whole Skinny trail, I took the short cut.
Thanks, Barb! I’m getting ever better at hills, which is a blessing.
Paulie, if it makes you feel any better, my Saturday ride to Stone Mountain wasn’t “fun.â€
Sure it was! 😉 I didn’t mean to imply you didn’t ride hard.
You didn’t. 🙂
We are finally back to the camper, had hoped to find a box fan at the Dollar General, it would be nice to have a breeze when sitting outside. But, of course no luck.
Might need a nap….. bike riding in this heat is tough.
Bummer. I was just thinking about how nice it would be to have another box fan in the house.
As if I needed another reason to avoid Winn Dixie, they just announced that masks will not be required in their stores.
Where is a WD around here any more? I thought they got out of the Atlanta market??
They have, but they still exist in South Georgia and surrounding states in which I travel.
It appears the City is not going to take my yard waste again. My front curb has so many yard bags standing on it that it’s starting to look like Trump’s border wall wet dream.