6/5 I've lost count
I’ll I know now is Western States is on Saturday and it’s going to be sweet. Very, very sweaty, but also sweet.
This story isn’t necessarily inspirational. It’s just normal, and normal can be great when tapering.
Last night, I recharged my batteries at my parent’s house, where I’m lucky to live only 40 minutes from. Before dinner, my Dad says, “Let’s check the worms.” We go into the basement to “check the worms.” The worms are basically a home compost system. They eat compostable food waste and crap out nutrient rich fertilizer.
We moved the worms and their compost dirt from one giant plastic container to another, leaving just their poop for us to take outside. We then raked the 30-pounds of worm poop fertilizer into the soil surrounding the many vegetables and flowers in my parents’ garden (espeically the beautiful light purple stevia flowers, which my dad’s bees adore).
The point of this story?
- Yep, my hands still smell like earthy poop.
- Nothing beats some home-grown normalcy.
Benefits of a taper mean you have to slow down and not be on top of a mountain all the time, going from workout to computer to workout, or not be driving back from some godforsaken state park at 3am on a Monday morning.
Of course, there’s a time and a place for everything. 🙂
But yesterday, I was grateful to have time with my parents and my other older brother, Scott, who is interning at a Public Defender’s office in Colorado this summer. Most likely, Scottie will end up a Public Defender if he stays on this track. Thinking about his crazy intense trial-by-fire work, about my Dad’s worms, about the state of the world’s bees, about how ungodly nice my Mom is, making me ice bandanas for this weekend, I can’t help but tear up. I’m so grateful. Tapering makes me emotional.
I’m going to go look at the course map now.