I’m sitting in the back bedroom of my house while a very nice lady herds dust bunnies and scours the rest of the house. The general filth was a bit too overwhelming, so I got myself a Mother’s Day present. I’m embarrassed about it (a person should be able to clean up after themselves and be mindful about the tasks to boot), but there it is. And, to be honest, if we had the money, I’d have someone come weekly. I know! I also used disposable diapers when Asa was a baby and have been known to throw a recyclable object in the trash if a recycle bin isn’t in sight. No kitten drowning to date though.
I was just so grumpy about the state of things — and unwilling to give up being outside with Asa, or training hard right now, or sleep — that it seemed like the best course of action. The cleaning women is also 10 weeks pregnant — of course. I’m so lame.
So it’s been harder to get back into the swing of training that I expected. All that time hiking slowly uphill in the Gila was too easy to get used to. I sent out an emergency e-mail to a few friends last night for some accountability. I’m going to send them my schedule and then check in with them at the end of the week. I feel a bit behind the power curve with training because of all that time off, and when I feel behind, my inclination is to stay there. That’s not going to do for the next 52 days though. I’ll start posting the food log etc. at the end of the week so you folks can give me a hard time too.
There were no gila monsters on the trip. We didn’t even see any poisonous snakes. (I’m sure they saw us.) In fact, we only came across three snakes the entire time out there. I like watching snakes slither and do other snake-y things. (I’m not going to go out and buy any to keep around the house or anything, but they don’t worry me much — not being in the 18-24 year-old intoxicated male demographic.) So I was pretty excited when we came across a snake that was pretending to be a rattle snake. Its tail vibrated silently after we’d disturbed it. No rattles. Wrong head for a pit viper. Then it started moving, and its tail striking dry leaves made it sound just like a rattler. Cool adaption, eh?