I'm trying out a new format, to help "sharpen my saw" and collect my thoughts. I have no idea how long it'll last.
Tuesday: Squalls, enough to make the drive home somewhat treacherous. I'm still not used to driving FWD on the snow, and I find myself regretting my most recent vehicular decision.
On a positive note, I got to catch up with my friend Jason for a few minutes when we ran into each other in Wilton.
Thursday/Friday: Made a good compromise at work, built off of another compromise, that allowed me to break a massive project into manageable chunks. It'll be far easier to manage quality this way, and I won't have to worry about getting too far off of the main development branch.
Saturday: Joined a few other friends in helping our friend Tisha move. It went fairly well, and we were able to get the bulk of the heavy stuff done in a few hours. (I missed the first load.) It was good to be able to help a friend move; so often I have other obligations that prevent me from being able to help out. My biceps were sore that evening, to the point where I drank a protein shake to see if it would help. It didn't help very much.
Also on Saturday I decided to give Primal eating/living a formal go. I've been waffling a lot over the past month and change, trying to figure out why I failed so hard as a Vegan, and trying to find a method of eating that works for me. It's nuanced, but while I work through it, I need something to give me a reason not to eat every processed carb in front of me, and Primal/Paleo seems to fit the bill fairly well. My weight has crept up steadily after adding meat and dairy back in to my diet, and stopped running temporarily while I let my left foot heal yet again. (The same ache that's been bothering me since just before Ragnar.) I'll dive into this more later, if it goes anywhere.
Sunday: Woke up with a sore lower back and general aches and pains. They worked their way out quickly enough, but I was hurting for a few hours. My father suffers from chronic lower back pain, and I wonder how much of it is genetic. A good portion of it is due to small feet in my back, no doubt. We have a Sneaking Snuggler in the house, you see.
Tried to go for a trail run, and fell flat on my bottom after maybe 10 feet, thanks to ridiculously slick ice. I was wearing trail runners, which can usually bite OK on ice, but not this time. I looked down to find both hands bloody and retreated to my car to bandage myself up.
I went to go do my plan B run, along the bike paths of Saratoga Spa State Park. Not far down the new path that runs through the Tree Nursery, I saw a dozen or more limbs and the tops of trees alongside a grove of what appeared to be pine trees. I forced myself to stop and take a few pictures of those trees, and I'm glad I did. I've gotten into the habit of not stopping to take pictures or otherwise take in the view, and I need to break that habit. It isn't just about the pace or the heart rate zone.
Further down the bike path, I came to a real nice patch of ice, in the one steep section of the path. It extended diagonally across the pavement, too thick to step across, and it looked treacherous. I managed to get across it without incident through sheer luck. A minute later, I was looking out across the golf course. The paved cart lane was a few feet away. There were no golfers out. There was no snow, so no restrictive groomed ski trail. Just grass and small patches of ice and snow, and a handful of walkers. I went for it, and it was glorious. I crossed between the tree farm and the golf course a few times, enjoying the abundant green (or brown) of the golf course, and the soft and mostly ice-free dirt of the tree farm. I know I wax rhapsodic about the woods and the mountains, but there's something special about sweeping open green spaces, too, and it conjured up images in my head of the British Isles. It was a rare treat.
Well, that's it for now. Be excellent to each other, and yourselves.