PM: 8 miles recovery. HR 132.
The Canadian geese are being jerks. They move to one side of the path, then have to move back every time I come around the 1-mile loop. One of them was hiding behind a trash can and jumped the crap out of me by fluttering its wings just after I had passed. They hiss, I swear at them. I much prefer the ducks. Pretty sure I saw a swan swimming in the pond too. I apparently just missed Megan. She's been running outside as out complex treadmills are children's toys.
I got my forklift certification yesterday. I still have to make some corrections, but I am getting it. We shall see how I handle a double load of pressure treated lumber when it's 20 feet off the floor.
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