Falling off the Boat
Jul. 8th, 2006 06:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tylikSo today I'd stretched a bunch, and cleaned a bunch, and taken care of the garden, read books, made food, etc... and it was getting a little hot in here. So I (finally) put on my suit and... well, okay, carefully lowered myself into the water from the dock. The water is nice! Swam and floated and treaded water for a bit. Checked out the boats across the way. Swimming with glasses is annoying, and swimming without also annoying... I think I will see if I have any contacts to grab in Woodinville. (Yes, I have contacts. I just never wear them. I look immensely more femme in contacts, I don't know why.) If I can swim with my face in th water, it will be better for my neck.
My arms seemed oddly weak. Might just be carry-over suckage from the stuff with my back... and I had been wanting to work more on my upper body strength. So! More iron buffaloes. And more swimming. Getting out was a bit of a challenge. For a moment there I thought I might have to completely disgrace myself and climb out at the rowing club dock, which is closer to the water. But I made it, and didn't lose noticable amounts of skin in the process. (Paved dock. Better for some things than for others. Maybe I should look into ladders.)
Last night, after failing to see PotC, and heading out with a bunch of entertaining people for food, I returned to Cap Hill, collected my bike, and rode back down to the barge. The ride completely made up for being harassed by psycho guy on the way home. The ride down was just silly -- extended down, late at night. (The ride up -- though unintentional, I was perfectly ready to wuss and take the bus, but the bike racks were full -- was fun, and would have been more fun had I not been running late. A runner and I played leap frog most of the way up the hill, encouraging eachother through the tough spots.) But the ride out on the Burke, along the waterfront, with almost no one else around, and the moon reflecting off the water was idyllic.
Almost no one around. The weirdest moment of the evening by far were the tipsy cyclists weaving along the Burke. Especially the very distinguished looking older guy who could not seem to keep to a straight line, but who apologized to me in a very cultured and non-slurred voice.
My arms seemed oddly weak. Might just be carry-over suckage from the stuff with my back... and I had been wanting to work more on my upper body strength. So! More iron buffaloes. And more swimming. Getting out was a bit of a challenge. For a moment there I thought I might have to completely disgrace myself and climb out at the rowing club dock, which is closer to the water. But I made it, and didn't lose noticable amounts of skin in the process. (Paved dock. Better for some things than for others. Maybe I should look into ladders.)
Last night, after failing to see PotC, and heading out with a bunch of entertaining people for food, I returned to Cap Hill, collected my bike, and rode back down to the barge. The ride completely made up for being harassed by psycho guy on the way home. The ride down was just silly -- extended down, late at night. (The ride up -- though unintentional, I was perfectly ready to wuss and take the bus, but the bike racks were full -- was fun, and would have been more fun had I not been running late. A runner and I played leap frog most of the way up the hill, encouraging eachother through the tough spots.) But the ride out on the Burke, along the waterfront, with almost no one else around, and the moon reflecting off the water was idyllic.
Almost no one around. The weirdest moment of the evening by far were the tipsy cyclists weaving along the Burke. Especially the very distinguished looking older guy who could not seem to keep to a straight line, but who apologized to me in a very cultured and non-slurred voice.
