Inside The Perimeter

Fun evening hanging out with Betsy. My free-styled version of the recipe I posted yesterday was
outstanding, and I will definitely make a version of it again in the future.

Nothing earth-shaking to report today. My biggest accomplishment since Monday’s hash has been applying the current year’s sticker onto the M6’s license plate.

I need to figure out how to get exercise today before heading over to our friend Betsy’s for dinner. It’s my turn to cook, and i have eaten meat the past two days, so I am going to try vegetarianize (not a word) this Thai Coconut (Milk) Beef recipe.

Thanks to all of you who wished me a Happy Birthday yesterday.

With the glaring exception that Steve couldn’t make it to my trail last night, yesterday was excellent. I breakfasted at Home grown. I lunched at Fox Bros BBQ (spoiler alert: meat day). I walked nearly 7.5 miles in the heat laying a trail that ended at Fellini’s Pizza on Ponce.

Tuesday Tale of the Tape: 211.2 pounds (+0.6 from last week’s weigh-in); not surprising due to the amount food and liquid I consumed yesterday, disappointing for the amount of exercise and sweat I have produced over the past three days.

54? Huh.

As they used to say on “Car Talk”, “Well, it’s happened again…”. This morning I discovered that some asshole(s) unlocked my car and rummaged through the center console and glovebox. Fuckers. At best they walked away with a canvas pencil case filled with a pencil, eraser, wired earbuds, and a cheap-ass boxcutter. Fuckers.

This morning I learned that I have to be at home when I call 911, because Atlanta police doesn’t take reports over the phone.

With each incident my desire to live in Atlanta diminishes.

No one who knows me even a little will be surprised to read that I once again fell asleep on the futon while watching “tv”. I awoke around 3am only to shrug my shoulders and return to slumber until the alarm clock in the bedroom blared at 5:15am.

I have been waiting for the announcement of Saturday’s trail start before making my Moonlite start official; unless AH4 runs in my direct area I will be laying trail from The Carter Center on Monday night.

My dream of a “normal” day has already been shattered. In going to charge a Bluetooth speaker this morning I found the end of the USB cord severely frayed. I try to be very careful with my things, and the amount of damage was much more than a simple crimp would have produced. My mind is a flurry with notions, though no sign of rodent which would gnaw such a cable, nor signs of overheating/melting were present.

None of the other USB cables connected to the same charger appeared to have suffered damage.

I remain perplexed.
Can I get a do-over?

Good run through Candler Park last night. Now it’s up to me to figure it where we will hash next Monday night.

Saw a group bike ride going through my neighborhood last night. No idea where it started or ended, and all attempts for search for it have come up empty.

Tuesday Tale of the Tape: 210.6 pounds (-1.4 from last week’s weigh-in); these high-sweat days are good for something…

On Friday I (finally) renewed my tag, using the online method. Now I need to hope the post office delivers it to me in a timely fashion.

For as active as I was Saturday, riding approximately 23.5 miles and then doing the Pinelake hash, I was equally inactive yesterday. Not once did I leave my property boundaries, nor did I shower. Sure, I could have gone to the Hog Mountain hash, or out to watch the Atlanta United (lose again), but I chose to remain on my futon and catch up on the slower things in life; or spend time in the kitchen cooking, and later cleaning.

Very good weekend.

Last week the Waschsalon attendant was the one who was late, today it’s me. In an unusual twist, I slept “late”, finally getting my ass out of bed a little before 7:00.

Stress test was short but hard, about twelve minutes on a treadmill during which the speed and incline increased over time. By the time I stepped off I was huffing and puffing, and breaking out into a sweat. No results yet.

Nothing penned into my calendar this weekend; the world is my oyster.