Mornings. There are mornings and there are Mornings. This was the latter…or the prior, I forget which. The point is, it was morning. Early, dark, not quite as hot as to make you puke, but still hot. Rather than going to work I took the day off to hit the trails, cuz sometimes you just have to say “Fuck it, dude. I’m hitting the trails.” So that’s what this Camel said, “Fuck it, dude. I’m hitting the trails.” 12.8 miles and 3:15:45 later I staggered my ass back to the truck. I was dirty, sweaty, hurting and about as happy as I’ve been in recent memory. Remember, sometimes the best thing you can do, is say “Fuck it, dude. I’m hitting the trails.”, because what’s good for your soul, is good for the poor bugger sitting next to you at work.
Oh ya…the Raccoon, he watched me for a lil while. Beady lil black eyes hiding behind that robber’s mask. “Who are you! Show me your face you lil bastard!” but he ran away. He must have known his father.