Weekend In The Balance
Let’s face it: software is never as easy to install as it should be, and food never tastes as good coming back up as it did going down. But at the end of the weekend I lost a couple pounds and have Windows 7 up and running on the desktop. Wish I could have worked a swim in there somewhere, but it just didn’t happen. Still, I think the scales for the weekend balanced out pretty well in the end.
Back To The Water
Made it back to the pool this morning for the first post-Christmas-gluttony swim. Minor panic attack when I pulled into the parking lot, but fortunately all the New Year’s Resolutionists were staying in the dry areas of the gym. Either they’re committed non-swimmers or they haven’t resolved enough of their body issues to be seen in swimwear yet. Either way I won – I had a lane to myself for the entire workout.
We’ll see if the effort pays off on Friday. Weather permitting, at 11ish we’ll plunge into the ocean like little penguins with 300 or so of our closest friends to celebrate the New Year. Most of our friends normally wince at the thought of going, with the imagery of icebergs and hypothermia shivering up their private bits just as surely as the cold water itself would. Still fun though, and free coffee, doughnuts and certificates always make for excellent motivators. See you there? This will be the 24th annual plunge, and our fourth together.
Musings on Idle Hands, Pink Speedos and Small Minds
Pretty unproductive this afternoon due to a cable outage wiping out the landline, broadband internet and the cable TV. DVDs and the Blackberry kept me from curling up into a fetal position, but not much work got done. Not that much would have with no courts, law library, post office or banks open, but I like to think I would have tried. I was tempted to just go swimming and blow off all the pretenses of work, but I respected the scheduled off day from the gym, and hope my arm respects the decision and continues to heal.
You know what they say about idle hands though, so while following a twitter conversation ably engaged by The 17th Man and others, I was introduced to the Screaming Viking blog, a swim blog with two great recent posts touching on one of my pet peeve issues here. The internets are abound with the stories of people who don’t swim and don’t get speedos (little-s, the small suits, not big-S, the brand). One of the all-time most visited posts here (after the image of my prostate), was a post three years ago about some local high school water polo players suspended for wearing their team uniforms (speedos) to a school pride event. SV’s posts were both more positive: local swimmers donning pink suits to show their support for breast cancer awareness, and a problem favorably resolved with some race officials thinking the swimmers were wearing two suits and being too modest. They were both great posts, and especially with the post on the pink suits, it was nice to see that a swim team could show some support for breast cancer awareness and wear the suits of their choice without getting a bunch of suburban prudes’ panties in a bunch.
Haikus On A Good Sunday Morning
Dog park beats a walk,
Open space and lots to sniff,
Diego runs wild.
Good swim, even though I did
double-knot my suit.
Late Friday Ponderings
Had a great weekend over Labor Day, then a sucky work week, and now I’m just bleh about the upcoming weekend. The heat and humidity drains the life energy away. Even Diego’s a lethargic little slug. The only thing around here showing energy are his #$^# fleas.
Might go to the La Jolla Rough Water on Sunday, even though injuries killed my training and no one I know is swimming this year. Should get reminded of why I want to keep training and hope I can make it competitive next year. I still think it would be fun if I can just avoid getting trampled to death on the start.
Back To Basics
FINA to ban high tech body suits in competitive swimming. Finally swimming can get back to the athletics and the athletes, and not be just a technical competition where competing patent-holders get to swim vicariously.
Late Start To The Weekend
Site maintenance is done, unless I’ve broken something that I haven’t noticed yet. Now it’s time for Chuck maintenance. A little swimming, a little tanning, and little reading. Sundays rock.
Not really proscrastinating, just trying to avoid overthinking a hearing this afternoon. Need to keep things focussed and on point. I’d sneak out for a swim, but the tendons in my wrist seem to have gotten mangled (again) over the last week, and I’m trying to be good until BorgHealth can do some probes and give me some magic pills on Monday. Good equals bored though. Not only does the swimming keep me from becoming Jabba the Chuck, but it keeps me sane. Need to be doing something away from the electronic leashes, and the swimming cuts off the links for a while. That’s a good thing.
Brutal Winter, SoCal Style
The mood swing is back on the other side of it’s arc this morning, and I am most definitely not upset with another day in the mid 80s during this brutal winter. Just need to manipulate my schedule a bit so I get to swim at one of the outdoor pools this afternoon. Can’t let a gift like this go to waste.
Support Your Local Water Rats
I’ve lamented here in the past about the UC’s drive toward mediocrity, particularly as shown by the axing of the Santa Cruz water polo program. Though I still think the UC can and should do better in protecting the system’s reputation and standing in all programs, I read an interesting article yesterday that included some discussion of Yale’s water polo program, and other sports, after they lost official recognition and became club programs. Glad to see that relegation to club status isn’t always the death knell of an athletic program, but can lead to positive outcomes.
Two related notes for the aquatics inclined: Penn State swimmers raised $235 in a charity auction by agreeing to deliver pizza in their speedos, and this year’s Maverick’s Big Wave contest may be canceled due to a lack of sponsors. Hmmm. Pondering. Hmmm.