Beltane Beltane Moon
N.B. This is a debbie downer post but I wanted to include it for completeness. Skip it unless you want to hear a modest tale of not so much, but nonetheless real, woe.
I’ve left out some struggle over the last few days. The Colorado Native Plant class went up a steep incline, not in learning curve, but in altitude. It found me breathing hard. Which flummoxed me a bit since I live at 8,800 feet and this was 5,800. The effort required left me exhausted after the 4-hour class.
But I wanted hiking boots, so I drove into the Denver REI and began another chapter in buying footwear with a male size 7 foot. It’s hard to be body positive about your feet when nobody carries your size. Two hours of boot trying later a pair of Vasque 8’s seemed almost right. Even tireder then, I bought them. We’ll see if they work. I imagine with some custom orthotics they will.
By the time I got home late that afternoon, I had no reserve left. Granted, this is the day after the biopsy. Perhaps not the best time for a physical marathon. Still, the class was one of only three and it was the first day of the annual sale at REI, everything 20% off. 7s are hard to find under the best conditions and a picked over store would not be the best.
I made my focus for yesterday rest and recreation. Which meant TV. I watched a Woody Allen comedy and caught up with a series or two on Hulu. Still exhausted at the end of the day.
Got up this morning. Still tired. Went back to bed and slept until 9:30. Feeling better now, around 11:00.
