Somehow I convinced myself that 45 minutes on the bike shouldn’t affect my morning hike on Saturday. I was very, very wrong.
While I had originally planned for a 10-mile hike this last weekend, I’d forgotten to take into account Marijules’ birthday party taking place in western Maryland (a good 1.75 hours from my place) and starting at 14:00. They live so far west that they’re only 10 miles from Antietam (aka: Sharpsburg) battlefield which is “just this side” of West Virginia and about 20+ miles from the Pennsylvania state line.
Needless to say, we did not do 10 miles, and even if we had the time, I’m fairly certain Jesus and his disciples would have come down just to point and laugh at me with the amount of bitching I managed on behalf of my very angry quad. Nothing like feeling a massive knot in your thigh as you’re navigating the root systems along Bull Run Marina.
Three miles later, we were back at the car and heading home to shower. Complete and utter fail on my part, but I’m hoping to have this muscle issue rectified with the Potassium supplements I picked up this weekend.
A few shots from the day:
Marijules’ party breakdown:
Fried Puerto Rican food. More people than the fire marshal would approve. Little humans running laps. OCD-Man (Marijules’ husband) in turmoil. Puerto Rican’s rolling in on ‘Puerto Rican Time’. Alcohol. Lots of alcohol. Did I mention the alcohol (none of which I imbibed in)? General chaos.
The Greekanese and I left Marijules’ sometime that night to head back south. Somehow, and I’m still not entirely sure how, I grabbed the freeway heading the wrong direction. I honestly don’t think I’ve done that in 10 years. Not only did I head the wrong direction, I didn’t even notice I was heading the wrong direction until we crossed into Pennsylvania!
Yup. I went 20 miles in the wrong direction. I decided to treat it as a mini-adventure and a good moment to laugh at myself, bust out a straw, and drink up that bit of humility with a smile on my face.
Because this wacky weather just wouldn’t be complete without more snow. A lovely day off to read some books, watch some old movies (Philadelphia Story, anyone?), lounge in pajamas, and drink hot cocoa (me)/some brews (Roomie).
There appears to be a salt/snow-melt shortage in the states thanks to these Polar Vortexes we keep finding ourselves in. This fact was proven on the drive in this morning (Tuesday).
At least I got a half-way decent shot of Pohick Church along Route 1:
I’ll be heading off to New York City this weekend to celebrate my 30 glorious years on this earth. Hope to have some great photos from that!