Ten hours of pushing a whirling bladed machination of incarnate death and grass cutting. That better cout as cross-training, because otherwise my day and energy has been put to waste, excepting the 95 dollars I made (my time is worth so much more than that...).

then a run for
1:19:58

Exactly 40 minutes out through the woods to black creek to the back of some gaited community that I didn't know existed. and then 39:58 minutes back home down Union street to Chili ave to Stottle to Stryker and home. Of course, we all know what this means... It means that I am a failure as an explorer and cant find a short cut to some place I've never been to before. It also means that I've gotten pretty good at figuring out which plants hurt when you run through them.