Swim still sucks, but after 1.5 hrs of my massage therapist working on my shoulder it feels better. Today was mainly recovery and catch, working on my roll and breathing out the whole stroke. That was most of the photos, and I’m pleased with how most of them turned out. Of those 28,000 or so photos, I’ve edited about 1650 (not counting those assigned 4 or 5 stars), assigned 4 stars to 175, and 5 stars to 18. Keep in mind I’m not entirely consistent in star ratings either. I plan to remain in venture and keep investing in companies that are creating new markets and founders who have the grit to swim through a chasm of their own. Stopping before you have to stop. In some of my worlds, I’m tempted to have the voting booth be manned by cranky ex-schoolteachers of a certain age, who assign each prospective voter a topic.
Depending on the course and who you’re cheering for, you’ve got time for a coffee. There are many relaxation activities that are offered today but going to such places need your time and effort. There are idiots on the road at any time of day, not just rush hour. Getting started on things on your own time (provided you actually start) is a wonderful thing. You see, I remembered swimming a 20 minute K and not even getting my heart rate into the aerobic zone. Worst of all, it didn’t even address the problem. Understanding the problem is often more difficult that you would think. Some of the photos will drop off, more will be added. Of course there is a hard end to it, but I don’t know when that will be, and hopefully not soon. I’ll let you know when. I almost don’t know where to begin, but if you’ve followed my blog, you know what’s happened. We all know, or can know (there’s an app for that) how many days since we were born. None. Zip. I figure either my readers already know as much as they want to know, or they are horrified at the possibilities of the answers.
The downside of changing a bunch of things at once is that I don’t know which thing has the biggest impact, or none at all. Guess what I’m doing for the next bunch of hours? Suffice to say that 24 hours later they rescinded the program. That might be several hours. It seems I barely have time to blow my Nose clips. One appeared to have been smeared with peanut butter, and given to a small dog to chew. And it all comes crashing down on you at once: all the struggles and tiresome burdens that humanity must carry, all of mind-crushing bigness of the galaxy, all of it focuses in on how small and pathetic and short lived humans are and all of it is crashing down on your ears. I was going into a short term part time contract, but knowing it would be crazy busy. I still haven’t figured out the good time to go to Costco. There were some interesting clunks in them shortly after getting out of bed. This is the half ironman distance, and there are 47 races, including a world championship at that distance. Having patience when those around me are not keeping up.
Miami Swim Week — and the swimmin’-est shows of the season — are returning with a big splash this July. When the last few minutes of class take an eternity for the clock to tick, the whole week seems like a lifetime. I’m not sure I can take that much rejection. I want to get faster, yes, much faster, compared to my cohorts. But even «aging up» into the next age group isn’t going to help me much. The winner in that age group went 4:35. Speedy. She looks at my tag, and writes the bib number on both arms and down my shins, then says she needs my age for my calves. An amazing number of people were camped out at the bottom of their driveways, clapping and cheering. Three drunks peeing put out more fluid than the showers. Then they sent me across the hall to the x ray machine, and had three done on my left foot. My legs felt pretty good about it, with my right quad and left calve feeling a bit weak.