You know how there is usually one guy in the neighborhood who is
always doing something to his lawn to make it better. You know, pulling
weeds, watering, seeding, fertilizing, etc. I am afraid I might be
seen as that guy in my neighborhood. The reason I feel this way is
because my neighbor had a visitor I did not know. As I was out
(OK! attending to the lawn) he says to me, “Was it hard to
paint your lawn that color.” I don’t even know this guy
but I laughed hard as his tone was friendly. I suppose like a typical
neighborhood lawn-obsesser I said, “Yeah it is awfully green
isn’t it?” “All I do is water it and it seems to
be doing well.” OK! I suppose I did seed it and fertilize it
and I pull weeds every weekend. But it does have character to it.
I mean it is not this perfect specimen with no flaws. I do not get
upset if I see something bad I just do what I can do to make it better.
My life is NOT my lawn. (Can you hear a little justification in there?)
I did a ride in the wonderful GA Mountains today. I miss riding
up there so much. Since I am not training at all these days and
other things to do (like my lawn :-)) I just can not spare the time
to get up there. It is a day’s venture and I am pretty spent
after a hard ride up there. I did not do as badly as I had thought.
I could not believe my friends invited me as I was sure I would be
a liability for them. They are all training hard for races. My running
shoes are lawn-mowing shoes now. I wish I had a house up there to
stay the weekend and enjoy the area more. Thankfully it is a treasure
that most Atlantans don’t know about… but they will figure
it out soon. One house at a time for me though. I slugged it up some
of the harder climbs with a little less physical discomfort than
I thought I would experience. I am inspired… but I need to
be inspired about other things right now.