I never get sick so I forget how to be good and do what I should.
Everything has been there for me to get over whatever I have. Warm sunny days. Three days off. No appointments, dates or calamities to address. So what did I do? Friday I pitchforked about four yards of mulch into a wheelbarrow and covered the beds. I did another three yards worth on Saturday. Then the truck came with a yard of stones for another area. I backwashed the pool.
I did not take it easy enough Friday and Saturday but when I woke up this morning I felt good. Until I got up with the intention to go running. I hacked and other unattractive things until my lungs settled down, then went to Park Avenue to see who was running. I got there just before 700 to see Marty taking off up the street. Jack, Tim nor Chris were to be found. I drove around the block and was heading home when I caught a glimpse of Tim getting out of his car so we went out for a slow run of six miles. I was okay for about three miles before I realized I was very tired. I ended up walking for a spell too. It took us 55 minutes (10 minute pace) including the walking so I met my pace of the past two weeks but I am one pooped runner.
When I came home I showered and fixed breakfast for everyone. Then I got back into bed. I had promised Mrs. T we'd go to the beach but it was too late, soe we went for a slow relaxing bike ride. It was fun. It had also been about a year or more since we'd gone for a ride; ever since son C backed up over the air pump in the car. I bought a new one a few weeks ago so now there is a cross training option in the garage.
The last thing I did before blogging was take a nap. I guess I should lay low this week. Fat chance.
GO JEFF GO ... i mean go jeff go.