Spent an hour on the patio, gradually pushing my chair back, keeping in the sweet spot—in the shade but not in the puddle produced by the gutter—until my feet and shanks had been exposed to as much sun as I thought wise.
My workouts these days have tended toward circuits, and each circuit usually ends with a core exercise—often hollow-body holds. When I workout under the sycamore tree, this is what I see during that exercise. 🏋🏻♂️ #mbaug
Taking my coffee out on the patio, watching the dawn light up the trees. A nice change from sitting at the computer.
After days not running because of a sore foot and crappy weather, I got out today—and then back indoors just ahead of the rain. #PolarBeat
There was just a little bit of coffee left in the flask, so I got one of our really little cups to drink it out of. 📷 ☕️
Working on not missing so many sunrises. 📷
My sourdough bread is always delicious, but this loaf came out especially photogenic as well. 🍞
Out on today’s run, I was visited by a very large dog (a St. Bernard, I think) who had no concept of proper social distancing. I stopped (necessary, as he kept bumping against my legs) and gave him many pats while telling him he was a very good dog. 🏃🏻♂️
I’m torn. It’s finally dry enough that I could probably go out on the patio and squeeze in a jump rope workout. Or I could just have another beer.
Snowflakes are drifting past, hanging in the air like giant virus particles.