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Almost. But not quite.
I did go camping last weekend, after all. And I still teach two classes at the university. And this week, in between TV shows, I went running. Two days in a row.
It was awful. Like waddling through mud.
I am so very sore.
The farm season keeps me strong, this is true, and active, even.
But cardio, it's not. Most days, anyway. When winter hits and I am forced to slog my way back into more traditional fitness routines, I always wish it was possible to do everything I should be doing all the time.
I am always amazed at how many non-crop related pieces of our lives have also become seasonal. I would never have guessed, honestly, that all aspects of our lives would become so calendar dependent. That's what has happened, though.
And yes, to summarize, this entire post is about me blaming my uncomfortably sore quadriceps on the farm.
I just call it like I see it.