swimming, sorta in the new pond
I Lay in my hammock again, wondering at how difficult it was for me to make any sustained effort. I have really let my body get sluggish and lazy! I'm only 56! I remembered when I had my two children on the farm in Southern Ontario, considering riding my bicycle. It was like the most distant past pursuit. Could I do it? I did. I biked around two farm blocks to Brenda's. She too was amazed.
Anyway, I lay there considering the pond. Finally I put my wetsuit on and went to sit by the edge of the water. I inched in, slower than molasses, with great long stops inbetween. It was ice water. No ice would ever melt in it. 12C, or 55F. Definately not what my body wanted.
As I stood in my latest new spot, the water rose inside of my wetsuit between me and the suit. What's with that? I guess it's normal. Well, it was so cold I can't describe it. I have nothing to relate it to. I never did really get all the way in, I just let the water rise inside the suit about a millimeter at a time.
Finally I was in the deep water, having walked down the gentle slope, making quite sure of my footing. I walked the whole way across the pond, the water just above waist height. I kept my hands out of the water, as I didn't want to have the cold infuse my bones. It was just waaay too cold.
But I did it. I walked back and got out and sat feeling quite smug! LOL. I sat in the lawn chair on the terrace which will be covered by water soon enough. I felt I knew this hole in the ground better, having walked the deep end with my feet on the bottom. This level may never come again, as it's filling higher and higher!
Anyway, I lay there considering the pond. Finally I put my wetsuit on and went to sit by the edge of the water. I inched in, slower than molasses, with great long stops inbetween. It was ice water. No ice would ever melt in it. 12C, or 55F. Definately not what my body wanted.
As I stood in my latest new spot, the water rose inside of my wetsuit between me and the suit. What's with that? I guess it's normal. Well, it was so cold I can't describe it. I have nothing to relate it to. I never did really get all the way in, I just let the water rise inside the suit about a millimeter at a time.
Finally I was in the deep water, having walked down the gentle slope, making quite sure of my footing. I walked the whole way across the pond, the water just above waist height. I kept my hands out of the water, as I didn't want to have the cold infuse my bones. It was just waaay too cold.
But I did it. I walked back and got out and sat feeling quite smug! LOL. I sat in the lawn chair on the terrace which will be covered by water soon enough. I felt I knew this hole in the ground better, having walked the deep end with my feet on the bottom. This level may never come again, as it's filling higher and higher!