If it's not one thing, it's another

So I started running the last time I was up here on the slope. I was jogging 3 times a week, and I actually worked my way up to a 4 mile run. I'd like to get to a point where I could take a serious stab at a marathon. It'd be a nice thing to cross of the "Bucket List", yes? Well, as luck would have it, I pulled a muscle in my lower leg the day before I went home, so I was out of commission. I tried to run on it after a week... no go. Waited until I came back up here, and tried again. Got just past a mile when it tweaked on me again. Waited another week... almost made it two mile before it strained yet again. Dammit! Well, I was feeling confident yesterday about trying another run, when guess what? I pulled a muscle in my lower back. $%#&*!

Needless to say, I'm not running today.

And speaking of Hawaii

Three weeks?

So I'm in the midst of a three week hitch up here in God's Country. I did one in late February/early March so I could go to Hawaii without taking any vacation time, and now I'm doing another to get back on my schedule (even though I don't really HAVE to). I probably shouldn't have, in hindsight, because three weeks up here sucks big time. By the time the last 3 or 4 days came around last time I was up here, I was just in zombie mode. Adjusting back to life when I got home took about 3 days longer than usual, too. Typically, I get home on Wednesday, and it pretty much takes a day or two to feel normal again. After my last three weeker, it took a good 5 days before my head came back from the Crab Nebula.

The only thing positive I can think of about this is that when I go back to two week hitches, it's going to go by REALLY quick.

I can't believe there's folks up here that do hitches that are four, six, or even eight weeks long. I couldn't do it, man. Put me in a straight-jacket.