Saturday,
August 22, 2015
Maybe I am getting just a little old. Only just a little, though.
Friday had been a pretty tough one on the
body. I woke up Saturday knowing I’d
be spending time working at Mimi’s and then heading for Savannah’s for some
painting. Somewhere in there I
wanted to do a workout, as well.
That’s what my head said.
My body had different plans.
I made it to Mimi’s and after an hour of whacking
away at two mostly dead bushes the size of small trees and hauling my cuttings
into the woods, I pulled out the 24-foot extension ladder and pushed it to its
top, safe, usable height to scrape paint from the overhang on the back of the
house. For the next three hours I
scraped, moved the ladder, and scraped some more. I have found that more than any other single activity; time
on a ladder causes me the most pain in my heel. When I descended for the final time, my heel was throbbing and
thoughts of painting at Savannah’s were fading.
I called her and found out thankfully, that her
brother had not finished plastering the ceilings and so they weren’t ready for
the painter. Instead, I made my
way to the park and even though my heel was quite sore, sucked it up and
strapped on the pack. An hour
later I was back at the car, pleased that I’d gotten in something that would
help me in the climbs and hikes to come during my September Adirondack trips.
Hike
Duration: One hour
Training
Heart Rate: 110 bpm.
Calories
burned: 600.
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