When I checked my phone, it said it was a chilly 54 degrees. So, without any Deep Thought needed, I decided that staying under the warm covers was the best way to properly celebrate Labor Day Weekend.
After all, aren’t we supposed to relax on a Holiday?
Of course, I knew I had things to do, and I realized that the sooner I got them done, the quicker I could begin the rest and relaxation portion of the Labor Day Weekend.
With the Yankees game scheduled for a 1:05 first pitch, the goal was to get my tasks completed in time to grill up the delicious burger waiting in my fridge and watch the game.
And so I began my Labor Day Weekend Homeowner’s Triathlon…
I made up my mind that I was going to push myself. This is week nine of my running program, and my 4.25 mile time was still not very good. Last Sunday, I’d managed to knock almost 2:30 off my best time, and my goal was to take off even more today.
Once I got out on the road, I was all about running. Sure, it was comfy cozy in my bed under the covers, but fat guys and underachievers stay in bed on a gorgeous September morning. Winners and those who perspire to inspire, lace up their running sneakers and put some mileage under their togas!
“Football weather” would be the best way to describe how it felt outside, which was appropriate given that Notre Dame begins its season tonight (Could that mean the return of Seamus to the blog? Check in later to find out!).
It really was a perfect day for a run, and I and pushed myself out to the halfway mark. When I got there, I discovered I was setting a very brisk pace.
That’s also a guy who had managed to work up such a sweat that he needed to lose the sweatshirt despite the chilly temperature.
I made it back to The House on the Hill 1:15 seconds faster than my best time. I was very pleased, and allowed myself a few minutes to relax and enjoy my achievement.
After a short rest and chugging some chocolate milk (right out of the container, which one can do when he lives alone!) it was time for the second event…
I was a total rebel last week, Modern Philosophers, and did not mow the lawn. Hell, it was the last few days of my vacation, and I didn’t want to tackle this beast.
Luckily, it’s the end of the Summer and even the grass has given up hope. So, the lawn didn’t get too shaggy during the week.
The mower started without a problem, and since it was well rested, we were able to attack the task at hand at a much faster pace.
Please be advised that the above photo was taken by a professional, Modern Philosophers, and you should not try to do so yourself. That’s how you lose toes and maybe even a foot.
Leave the cool pics to the pros.
Since I was still on a hot streak from my run, I had the lawn done and looking amazing in no time. Rumor has it that Better Homes & Gardens will be here tomorrow to take some photos of it for the cover of the next issue.
That would be awesome. Here’s a preview…
I was a little spent at this point, but it was Labor Day Weekend, and I wanted to celebrate it properly. So that meant really laboring.
Time for the third and final event of my Triathlon…Bambooing!
Yes, I’ve made up the term “Bambooing”, but I’m a writer and I’m allowed to do such things. As defined by the Modern Philosopher’s Dictionary, bambooing is the act of tearing up all the @#$%^ bamboo at the side of the house that won’t go away.
This time, though, I made sure I brought the right weapons to the fight. That handy, dandy shovel/spade wasn’t used the last few times I tackled the task.
On Labor Day Weekend, however, I don’t do anything half assed!
This third task always works up quite a sweat, which was exactly what I needed to make sure I was celebrating Labor Day correctly.
I pulled the stuff up, and then I used the shovel to get down at the roots. Let me tell you, Modern Philosophers, the roots put up quite the fight!
And I got to practice my language skills during the process, as I came up with some very colorful curse words and phrases to express my feelings about bamboo.
I will wear my gold medal with pride, knowing that I did my best to honor Labor Day.
What are you doing to celebrate Labor Day, Modern Philosophers?