swimswimtotheriverbed
My legs ache, calves tight and slightly worried for a day at work tomorrow. Apparently swimming across the river by the Nimbus dam, in the middle of the night, in what one could call 'cold' conditions, can be a bit tiring. I swear it took twenty minutes to get across, no break, no place to hold on to; but if we take away the slight level of anxiety then ten minutes probably is a little more accurate, or that would be less terrifying in my mind. But hey, maybe it was longer, maybe it was a 'braver' thing to do that it even seemed.
Yes, Josiah and I finally swam all the way across, and, even though I almost failed midway, lost between shore and shore, on the verge of a panic attack that would have surely drowned me, I managed to pass another barrier, another fear . . . the heroic rush of beating death? Or maybe it was the rush of beating a limitation that the world set on Life. A barrier created to make us feel safe but really closing us in and disallowing the human mind to live completely . . .
On the other shore Josiah decided he preferred to swim back than to run around. I, wasn't, so, sure. So I ran, a long way, thankful that running kept me warm whilst wearing nothing but frigid shorts and freezing hair. I passed the dam, went up the hill and finally found my way onto the road and bridge. Then followed an awkward run on the road, half-naked, waiting for a car to honk or for someone to whistle, or, on the more negative end of things, a cop to pull over and ask why I was running half naked in public with an obvious 'I've just been swimming' look. But nothing happened and after a long run I finally got back to Katrina and Garet on the shore that we had started from, Katrina seeming to be a bit worried at our long absences.
I felt so ridiculously good at this point. Never mind the cramp in my legs or the soon to fail heart.
And then three seconds later, my hero, Josiah returned. He was cold, shivering, but had 'proven his manliness' for quite some time to come. I think he was pretty happy to be on dry land again. He said the swim back seemed like an eternity, as if ten minutes of swimming got him nowhere.
I'm glad I've met people who will do the most ridiculous things with me, even if the rest of society may deem them crazy or perilous. I learn so much about myself through these experiences, and conquer parts of myself, both physically and mentally that until recently I would have simply allowed to continue, to hinder my progress.
I feel so fucking free sometimes.
Anyway, now I go for a few beautiful hours of rest.
Night night.