Day 7. 50 Degrees. Drizzly.
Late morning. Didn’t set alarm. Woke up at 5:07. Laid in bed for a few minutes listening to the rain. Dog was still sound asleep when I got my stuff on and went down stairs. Had to tap him on the shoulder to get him up.
Wore a long sleeve this morning under my Brooks rain shell. Was cold yesterday. Wore my Hokas. Man they feel like a foot massage compared to those trail Mizuno.
I was dragging yesterday. Was grumpy and not very productive. My experience tells me this is the spot in a 30 day project, 5-7 days in where your body revolts. Mine is revolting by being exhausted. Not physically. Mentally – energy-wise.
What bugs me about these low days is that they don’t fit into my life. I need to be up and on the phone and leading from the front. I can’t be moping in a dark corner feeling sorry for myself. That train doesn’t go anywhere!
But – the big brain can’t out-think the reptile brain. It’s the great catch 22 of our homo-sapiens. We are a hyphenated breed of thinking and ape. Some days your get the thinker. Some days you get the ape.
It was still raining this morning. But not as hard and it wasn’t as dark. This is the last gasp of the storm. It will be bright and sunny today. The storm just has to cough up this one last wet hairball of a morning for me to run in.
I took Buddy on the 2.2 mile loop in the trails. They were wet. Some deep puddles that I had to go off-trail to get around. There is one bridge over a swamp/stream that the mountain bikers built a few years back that has dissolved into the swamp. It’s getting quite tricky to navigate. I may have to take it upon myself to build a new one.
The damn Garmin picked up the computer and transferred the data. So I had to start the second loop fresh.
I was bored with mud-slugging so I went out onto the roads for the second loop. I went over across the main road into the neighborhoods in the back. The main road is under construction. More accurately, they haven’t gotten to the ‘construction’ part yet, it is under ‘destruction’.
I ran through a new block of McMansions they have squeezed in over there. Those house are giant. On small lots. I was thinking to myself , “Are those houses or hotels?” Who lives in those? And why? How could you possibly have that much stuff?
I saw an article yesterday about how the Baby Boomers are downsizing and decluttering but their kids don’t want the family heirlooms.
When the zombie apocalypse comes we’ll turn those big houses into defensible communes and we’ll burn aunt Agnes’ armoire for fire wood.
I made New England clam chowder for dinner last night.
Precook and dice two or three big potatoes.
Take a big pot. Sautee bacon and onions and garlic in it. Add 2 cups cream, 2 cups milk, the juice from two cans of clams, two tablespoons of flour and the potatoes.
Cover and boil for 45 minutes.
Throw in the clams and let it cook up for another 10-20 minutes uncovered. Serve with big crusts of rustic bread for dipping.
Cheers,
C-