My arms throbbed from too many chin-ups. The next station of the parcours was sit-ups, but as I approached it was as if I had stepped onto the bridge of the Starship Enterprise. The surrounding woods came alive with the bleeps, the sweeps and the creeps.
Maybe it was exhaustion from a tough workout, but the same thing happened the next day while driving through Sand Run park with my awesome wife. Just in this one spot, the crickets, bullfrogs and other creatures were acting out the sound effects from the classic "Star Trek" TV series, none of this "Next Generation" business.
Had this spot been transmogrified into an interstellar portal?
The weekend provided spring-like weather for a change, and likewise provided some motivation to get out and go. A parcours workout on Saturday and a trail run on Sunday have resulted in soreness today, but the scale continues to vex me.
I've been hit or miss with logging my diet. I've been mostly miss with eating healthier. Today's weigh-in marked a new, frustrating high. Such events demand action. Something needs to change before my waistline develops its own gravitational field and pulls in a satellite or two.
Despite rain in the forecast, I've brought my running clothes to work today with plans to hit the trails on the way home.