T. S. Eliot was wrong. February is the cruelest month. The past 4 weeks, I've been battling peroneal tendonitis, an overuse injury to the tendon that goes around the back of the ankle bone and connects to the little toe bone. In an effort to fix that, I wore some new shoes, the Saucony Kinvaras, which are a less supportive shoe that didn't bother my tendon. But these shoes put a huge strain on my calves, and I strained/pulled/jacked up my soleus muscle, which is the deep calf muscle near the bone on the backside of the calf, a muscle that's difficult to stretch and massage.
Running is how I escape the blues of going weeks without seeing the sun, and with my respite gone, I returned to the pool and to the bike to maintain aerobic fitness. Turns out that I've actually really missed biking and swimming! So I've got that going for me, which is nice.
Arriving Friday night on some DARK and twisty roads, we found other cabin renters drinking beers around a fire and hanging out in their hot tub. Good vibes. The cabin was even better than we expected, a cozy abode built of natural wood with a fireplace already going when we arrived. After a nightcap, all three of us were asleep in the king sized bed and ready for adventure the next day.