dive right in
Josh had gotten better at surfing. Not much, mind you, but better. Now when he went out with a board, his swimming trunks stayed on. Which, really, was an improvement. And, from time to time, he managed to actually stay on the board.
But that really didn’t matter much; what mattered is that it was something new, and that he enjoyed it. Sometimes all this relaxing and nothing-to-do made him feel like his brain was leaking out his ears, and if he didn’t do something, he’d explode.
He’d gotten better at surfing, and, by nature of his complete lack of experience, swimming. So today he decided to forgo the board and just went for a long swim, his muscles taught and thrumming with the exercise. Back home he wasn’t known for his love of physical fitness, or the outdoors. Here, he didn’t really have much of a choice, at least when it came to the latter of the two. And he had come to actually enjoy the feeling of sweating, muscles burning, the adrenaline rush from surfing and the natural boost of energy. He’d never live it down back home, but here, he could at least claim it was something to pass the time. His arms stroked through the water, gaining a steady rhythm as he passed back and forth in front of the beach, lap after lap as he counted minutes.
He got out of the water after the long swim, grabbing his towel off the beach and scrubbing it through his hair. He had a tee shirt, his sunglasses, a somewhat recent stack of newspapers, and a long afternoon with nothing to do. It was a damn good day to be alive.
[OOC: ....remember this guy? I sorta do. Please, feel free to remind me. Open to one and all, new and old acquaintances, enemies and friends. Bring it on.]
But that really didn’t matter much; what mattered is that it was something new, and that he enjoyed it. Sometimes all this relaxing and nothing-to-do made him feel like his brain was leaking out his ears, and if he didn’t do something, he’d explode.
He’d gotten better at surfing, and, by nature of his complete lack of experience, swimming. So today he decided to forgo the board and just went for a long swim, his muscles taught and thrumming with the exercise. Back home he wasn’t known for his love of physical fitness, or the outdoors. Here, he didn’t really have much of a choice, at least when it came to the latter of the two. And he had come to actually enjoy the feeling of sweating, muscles burning, the adrenaline rush from surfing and the natural boost of energy. He’d never live it down back home, but here, he could at least claim it was something to pass the time. His arms stroked through the water, gaining a steady rhythm as he passed back and forth in front of the beach, lap after lap as he counted minutes.
He got out of the water after the long swim, grabbing his towel off the beach and scrubbing it through his hair. He had a tee shirt, his sunglasses, a somewhat recent stack of newspapers, and a long afternoon with nothing to do. It was a damn good day to be alive.
[OOC: ....remember this guy? I sorta do. Please, feel free to remind me. Open to one and all, new and old acquaintances, enemies and friends. Bring it on.]