Took a Betty’s Eddies Go Betty Go watermelon sativa green taffy. They’re wrapped like a saltwater taffy. I’m still fighting/dealing with a Covid infection. This is day five. Symptoms are fading. Taste and smell are coming back little by little.
I felt like I needed to get some physical exertion, something aside from what my body is doing to evict the ‘Vid.
It’s rainy, dreary, damp. It’s November 20, 2025. Yesterday and the day before that, I cleared loads of Fall leaves. I’m not really interested in running today so that leaves home gym as my only option. I would not take this bug into the Y, not that I’ve been to the Y recently but otherwise it might have been a consideration.
We have a rower we bought during the Covid lockdown. The machine was seriously flawed when we bought it, new. They sent a new part (half the flywheel) but (1) I could not get the current part off, could not loosen the lug nut; and, (2) the wheel itself wasn’t really the problem. Another part near the wheel was out of position and it was scraping against the wheel, or the wheel was scraping against it.
I tried magnets (rare earths) to convince this other part to sit in a slightly different spot but once you started using the rower, the magnets would start to slightly bounce around a little and slide out of place. I ended up just taking wire and tying the out-of-place part to something else to fix it in a spot where it would not rub against the wheel. Yes, we did ask the manufacturer to send a person to fix the problem but (1) there was a long waiting list; and, (2) this was still in the sketchy informationless depths of the Covid pandemic and we weren’t sure we wanted a stranger to come into the house unless it were really necessary.
We canceled our waitlisted appointment, and the machine ran well with my jerry-rigged wire solution. Knock on wood, the rower is still running friction-free. It’s not as great as Joe Rantz’s rowing story, in which he and the University of Washington men’s crew team won gold in Berlin at the 1936 Olympics, but it’s all I’ve got. If you want to read about Joe Rantz and the rest of the UW crew winning gold you can pick up a copy of Daniel James Brown’s, The Boys in the Boat, which I’m reading now, thereby inspired to row.
Whew, I have caught a fine writing jag from that green Betty’s Eddies sativa taffy. I might have to get more of these, and use them to write with on a day such as this, stuck at home, and not yet gotten around to drinking.
The other component of our “home gym” is a stationary bike that has been in my family for a quarter of a century. With my brother’s help I hauled it out of the basement there one night last year, with my brother’s help. Drove it on over to Missouri. It lives now in our dining room. An odd place perhaps for an exercise bike but I use it and I when I use it I can look out the window at the birds visiting the feeders. Getting a proper amount of exercise is worth a lot to me; worth a heck of a lot more than the way a room might look.
I have done 12 minutes of rowing and 18 minutes of cycling. I’m not pushing the pace. I feel a little funny with the Covid tingle/current running through my blood along with the THC from the Betty’s Eddie. Add to that some endorphins from the exercise—a strange concoction. I know where my aches are. Both cannabis and Covid are so adept at conveying to me where in my body lies the inflammation of the day. I have to stop and think about it, and feel it, be mindful. Then, there it is. Like a bird hiding in tall grass. Ah yes. The middle of my back, my calves, my knees. They are barking at me, squawking, asking me to consider their plight. Behind my left shoulder. My feet, the bottoms of my feet.
As I was coming down with this batch of Covid, the feet were the first place in my body that stood out as being unexplainably sore. We were up in Hastings, MN, visiting my buddy from college and his wife. Ain’t it grand to get sick in someone else’s house? We stopped in Iowa City, IA, on the way, stayed in a hotel. I ran four miles on the treadmill in the gym there, at an incline for half of that time. I felt good, I was humming. We walked a lot around Hastings, went out on foot a couple of times a day, just tooling around. The second morning of our Hastings stay I began to think my feet felt really sore but I stored the thought away. We had a whole ‘nother day to enjoy, during which I felt less and less myself, more and more sick.
Anyway! These Betty’s Eddies are just fine! Each taffy is 10 mg THC, 2.5 mg THCV. Sativa is a fair classification. Don’t take one of these if you are about to try to sleep! By no means are these effects unique in the world of cannabis edibles but they allow for a thorough and unhurried sativa high—without much of a head-rush, freak-out, mind-scraping bite. The exercise probably helped me through that initial phase of the high; the high probably helped me through some of the exercise. Maybe this is why some people like to get a little high and then do their exercise. Generally, that is not my approach. But it worked well for me today.
These effects are as strong and appropriate for pen-to-paper as any flower effects I have experienced. Without having to smoke to get the effects. I’m mainly a flower guy but if I couldn’t smoke for some reason, these watermelon Betty’s would be a staple in my rotation.
12:09. Time for another set at “the gym.” I am hungry but the Covid has dampened my need to eat so far today. This has been my best fast in a couple of weeks. No milk with tea/coffee. The taffy is the only thing I’ve eaten all day! Fifty minutes ago, maybe an hour. It’s a gradual come-on. That’s what I like with edibles, as opposed to smoking when the effects often hit you full on and you have to sit down or hide depending on where you are or who you are with. Here’s to a few more edibles review on this site. Go Betty go.
Weeds of Grass 