It's a slow, quiet morning here in the office...just me, my coffee, an old jimmy buffett album, and my keyboard. Too many days away from this, time to get back in the groove.
Getting out in the water last night left me wanting it more, all over again. It's that feeling I got at one point over the summer, when i found that my climbing was effectively done for the next 2 months. The ocean's always been an ephemeral thing to me; our relationship has waxed and waned so many times over the years. I've gone from full immersion into climbing, then riding, back into climbing, and then in the beginning of this year striking a sort of balance between the two. Getting back into the water didn't happen until last summer, at least as a more than occasional type thing. It took having my summer entirely to myself this year to get back in tune with the ocean, to be back out in the water whenever I could. Body surfing became something that was more than just being at the beach, more than simply flailing around in the surf. I've become more comfortable in the water again, which has taken nearly ten years. There are still moments in bigger surf when I'll get freaked out, swimming far outside and waiting for the largest of the set to pass. It frustrates me when I catch myself doing this, and i'll consciously make myself stay inside and simply duck dive white water just to soothe that part of my brain that's far too active sometimes. Once I do, i'm usually good for a while, or at least until i get myself sucked over the falls and balled up. Then it's all over again. The thing is, it's so worth it to me to keep fighting that discomfort, that latent fear because there's something that's just so enjoyable about being out there in the water. I can feel it being worn away, little by little; that progress makes all the times i manage to freak myself out all the more worthwhile. I quite honestly can't wait to get back out and surf again, the more that I think about it.
Watched The Cove last night, and was both summarily depressed by the fact that anything like this sort of wanton killing actually happens, and encouraged by the fact that the actions of the individuals that made the film had a concrete effect on changing that. The whole models of what used to work as protest have broken down; this is a tangible piece of what modern protest is, and it is encouraging. There's quite a lot i'm ruminating over from this film...this won't be the last I write on it.
Missed my run this morning. Damn. Shifting the whole schedule by a day, which means tomorrow morning I get to run 5 miles, after riding 16 (or maybe 22 if I head up to Sierra Peak) tonight. Sweet.
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