
Of course this was an apropose moment to cleanup the Madhouse. Spring was hitting Northern California with a nice warm tickle and so yard chores--communicating on a subetheral wave length directly and mysteriously to the opposite gender--suddenly arose as an opportunity for some "cross-training", as Mrs. Madman put it.
Funny thing about yard chores...apparently they use a different muscle group from running, biking, lifting, and pilates exercises. I know this for sure because Sunday morning when I started up the trail on the first half of my run, I identified some sore thigh, gluteous, and oblique muscles that didn't exist the previous (unchore-burdened) weekend. I forgot to log my Saturday workout in the yard but it amounted to about 6 hours of weeding, clipping, pulling, shovelling, spading, and loading and unloading 3 yards of debris from my truck.
I think I'll stick to ultramarathon training.
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