Maybe, maybe not.
Regardless of the sense or sensibility of it, that’s what I’m doing. I think I’ve recovered from what felt like a weeklong slump where I wasn’t exercising or getting outside enough. This weekend was a lot of fun. Harry and I dug out what is about a 1/3 to 3/4 mile mountain biking loop through our back woods. Most of it is fairly simple, but with a lot of turns that don’t let you pick up much speed. There are a few technical sections that drop down and through the creek bed, but I can push through most of it without going over the bars.
Today, I got out for the first test run. I used the Nike+ app to map and get milage, but poor signal left me with only an estimate of the distance. My first loop read .35 miles, but two more gave a total of 2.5 miles. As you can see, the math doesn’t hold.
I’d like to get out and make some alterations to the path this week, but I don’t think I’ll be able to talk Harry into joining me as he picked up a terrible case of Poison Ivy from the first time. Not to mention that a good deal of the reaction was in unmentionable places due to his unwillingness to go back up to the house for the bathroom. (Oooo. That’s right. It’s bad.)