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Went kayaking today in Deep Cove as a belated birthday present for Zach. (He had no idea what we were doing, and it was driving him slightly bonkers. Point to Melissa.)
It's been a long, long time since I was last kayaking. (Probably since before I had a livejournal, which is saying something given the summer '02 start date.) It was interesting trying to get a feel of it again, how to stroke quietly and with power, the tricks of rudder pedals and knee bracing.
Pinkened the backs of both hands and it's obvious where my leggings ended on one leg, but overall, for thinking I'd never be here again, not with the shoulder and the hand, my forearms singing like I've been climbing without the individual finger arias and a bit of a sunburn's a pretty thorough win. I'd be hurting worse with less to show for it if you'd handed me a blacksmith's hammer this morning.
It's been a long, long time since I was last kayaking. (Probably since before I had a livejournal, which is saying something given the summer '02 start date.) It was interesting trying to get a feel of it again, how to stroke quietly and with power, the tricks of rudder pedals and knee bracing.
Pinkened the backs of both hands and it's obvious where my leggings ended on one leg, but overall, for thinking I'd never be here again, not with the shoulder and the hand, my forearms singing like I've been climbing without the individual finger arias and a bit of a sunburn's a pretty thorough win. I'd be hurting worse with less to show for it if you'd handed me a blacksmith's hammer this morning.
