Labor Day Weekend
Spent four days backpacking in the Adirondacks, so I did no scheduled workouts per se.
But I did hike about 25 strenuous miles - which included some ill-advised bushwhacking - up and down a savage mountain range with 30-35 pounds on my back, so I got my workout tenfold.
Backpacking always reminds me the importance of bodyweight work, which I'm rededicating myself to now. Hiking those mountain trails, which are often rock-strewn, on a severe incline (up or down), or directly through or along creek beds, is the most thorough test of fitness I can think of. There were times I was crawling on slippery rocks under dead timber that'd fallen across the backwoods streams, or swinging between big boulders in the top of a dip position and landing on a down-slope. To get through that shit you need balance, strength, endurance, and - most importantly - a sort of iron will to just keeping taking the next step even though by day three your fucking fried.
It's two days later and I'm still fatigued - my knees and shoulders especially - so I figure I'll take the rest of this week and recuperate before hitting it all again next week.