Diana and I engaged in that great Midwest tradition of spreading mulch all over the damn place this morning. The truck dropped off the two cubic yards of the smelly stuff in the driveway at about 9 a.m., and by 11:30, it was resting comfortably in many landscapey things around the house. Whew!
I complain all of the time about doing this kind of stuff, but it's good for me, and I know it. In fact, this is one of the many reasons why I don't want to live where there is winter, because freezing temperatures and snow get me stuck in the house. This last winter was the first in many years that I didn't put on weight, and it took a great deal of effort in rough calorie counting to make that happen. The winter before last was even worse because I was working from home, and it took a lot of tennis to get the pounds off.
This summer has been pretty great so far, in terms of being outside. It helps that we have a little boy who can't get enough of it. In particular, we have walked many, many miles around Cedar Point. Simon has no issue walking around there, eight hours at a time. This is apparently atypical for a 3-year-old, but I don't think we've used the stroller at all this year.
I've wanted to get back on the bike, but I can't seem to hit a good work-play rhythm. It's a lame excuse, and I call myself on it.
I think I'll be just a little sore tomorrow, and that's OK.