It’s hard to imagine that I could put on weight after walking over seventeen miles yesterday, but I think that I may have.
I walked five miles in the morning, laying the Eagle and Turkey SLUT trails.
I then walked to meet Davey at the Habitat for Humanity ReStore on Memorial.
Davey and I walked up the Beltline and over to Biggerstaff Brewing on Edgewood.
From Biggerstaff Davey and I walked back down the Beltline to Three Taverns Imaginarium on Memorial.
From Three Taverns I walked home.
I then walked/ran my Turkey trail again, making sure that all of my marks were still there.
In total, over seventeen miles.
But I drank five beers, ate three big meals, and had a little dessert when I arrived home, so who knows.
A big thanks to all who came out and did my trail, even if the real reason was to eat delicious tacos at the end. *grin* I received compliments for marking the trail well, and people seemed to enjoy the shiggy I worked into the Eagle trail.
My weekend plans are scant, with nothing on my calendar for tonight or tomorrow afternoon/evening. I may ride to Stone Mountain this morning. However my feet and legs are trashed, and rain is predicted to arrive early this afternoon, so I may bag the ride and chore in WLF instead. Though I may ride since I seem to enjoy beating myself up.
Of course I will be picking up garbage and then meeting up with Betsy and Bella tomorrow morning for our Saturday coffee walk, one of the best things to come about during the past couple of years.
I am skipping Black Sheep on Sunday. Initially I was going to do a solo long bike ride up at Sosebee, but Stan can’t hash on Sunday so he and I are going to ride, to Stone Mountain and back.
By BRAG Lite I expect to be in nearly the best shape of my life. Anger can have also have positive side effects if focused properly.
I have decided that my 200th Black Sheep will occur on Sunday, May 22nd. It is highly likely that this will be my last hash until July 31st when I am scheduled to co-hare Black Sheep. I could quit at 201, ahead of Wilma and behind MC Hasher, but far from what I expected for 2022. I really don’t want to give up hashing, but it’s no longer a happy space for me since I can’t deal with the way my life has changed, and it seems like the only option I have to keep me from being depressed. Depression rarely has positive side effects.
As of today the rest of my year is in flux. All of the big hash camping events — Red Top Mountain, Lake Hartwell, Hard Labor — that would have been automatically added to my calendar no longer appeal to me. At least I have BRAG Lite, and will try to enjoy some of the events like Porchfest I used to look forward to attending.
Of course life could change again, though never reverting back to what I had before April, and I could participate and find joy in it all. Time will tell.
Hope that you have a fun-filled weekend, and that you remain healthy.
I solved today’s Wordle in four attempts; my starter today was TRAPS