I imagine this play by play of my aches and pains is getting old. I know it is for me.
Monday I had that super fun (and really quite easy) bike ride over the GG Bridge.
Tuesday I was sore. Not in a good way. So I rested. Wednesday I rested. Boring, but necessary.
Yesterday though, after getting tired of twirling my thumbs and counting countwebs I ventured into the garden for a training session.
The task? Weeding.
Many weeds gave up the ghost under my relentless digging and tugging and generally making a menace of myself.
Training-wise, however, gardening doesn’t really pay. No elevated heartrate. No interval work.
Sure, perhaps my hamstrings got a wee bit stronger from all the squatting down. But I kinda doubt it.
The garden, however, looks less overrun with those evil buggers than it did the day before. For that I am a happy camper!
Bert repotted this lovely black bamboo and moved it up to our deck to filter the early morning light. There’s the added bonus of making us smile every time we see it gently drifting in the breeze outside our kitchen window.
Have a great Friday!