My knees are killing me, and it's my own damn fault. Also, it was 25° outside when I got up this morning. I am in no way, shape, or form ready for winter. At least it was sunny, and the wind had dialed it back a little bit. It eventually got up into the mid-forties. It was about then that I looked over at the packages of flower bulbs sitting quietly in my kitchen that I remembered that bulbs need to be planted to work properly.( Collapse )
Afterward I layered up and went for a ride. I tried wearing two pairs of socks, and that seemed to work. I also tried wearing both a headband and
the ear clamp, but that didn't seem to work as well. I'd hoped that the band would at least pad some of the clampiness, but no. The band actually let cold air get at my ears, and the clamp still squashed them just as hard.
Turns out the digging and crawling took a toll, because a third of the way into my second lap of the path I ran out of gas. I did manage to complete the lap, but I was really tired, and my knees were really sore. They still are. It hasn't helped that when I got home it was time to do a couple weeks worth of laundry, so I've been charging up and down the basement stairs ever since.