spell bound

minus tide...

famous last words...

50 meter pool

2 x [200 swim/100 kick/200 pull]

2 x [2 x 200 @ 3:40 (last 25 strong)/ 2 x 150 @ 2:50 (last 25 strong)/ 2 x 100 @ 2:00 (last 25 fast)/ 2 x 50 @ 1:00 (50 fast/50 ez)]

400 pull ez (finger drag)

300 kick ez

total = 3700 meters
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Work kept me out of the pool for almost 3 weeks. Got in Tuesday for a slow stretch and felt like lead weights were strapped to my ankles. Ugh...

Today....I figured I'd get in and do another slow stretch.....a little pulling lsd. Dennis wasn't having it though...."It's an easy set...just don't do the fast parts fast....you'll be fine".

Yeah....right.

He knows I don't know how to do "easy".

I missed half the warm up......which means I was finally loose halfway through the main set. No more drafting. Crap...why can't I be satisfied following someone else's feet?

As I finished the workout and exited the pool....there stood Dennis....laughing at me.

"That was a nice slow stretch....eh Nance? Don't worry....I said the same thing yesterday and ended up doing 2000 fly."

Famous last words...

anticlimactic

That's the best way to describe....Tax Season.

A mathematical crescendo. Gradually building. Shifting gears. Without warning....evenings are filled. Saturdays spent. Sundays lost.

Paces pick up. Tensions strain. Tempers flare.

The Deadline....looms.

Then.....

Nothing.

The BIG day...here and gone...in the bat of an eye.

Almost....disappointing.

There are still numbers to crunch. Forms to fill. Returns to file.

Eh....you know what they say........

Death and Taxes...

sunday

Big and unruly with an incoming tide. Paddled out anyway. Fought the current. Found a couple of fun rights. Finished off another set of eyes. Yeah....it was that good yesterday. No complaints though. Water time....is water time.

four eyes

Seventeen days.....straight....behind a desk. Yesterday....they finally set me free. Now that's a good F... word. Sat and watched for awhile (yesterday) until it was finally time to get wet. The sun was shining. Easy paddle out. Good crew in the cove. And....as if my special order had come through....the left was working. Not my day though. Forty minutes in the water (damn those F... words) and I lost my first set of eyes. In I go....for the long (blind) walk up the beach....to the car. New set of eyes in....back to the water. Poor timing on my part. Thought I had the lull figured.....nope. Half way out....and in comes the clean up set. Three white water bombs on the head....and I was once again without eyes. Fuck. Another fabulous F... word. Unable to see....rode the white water in....as I was done.

Can't complain too much....

Sunny day.....crystal clear water....time away from my desk.

frenetic

nothing like adding insult...

driving in to work (on a Saturday) and some bastard is westbound up Burnside with a board on his rig

...to injury...

forgot my keys to the office this morning...had to drive home and get them

stay tuned....four days left.....I know lots of words that start with F....

frazzled

12 straight
4 to go

".....better win a hand...you're on a blitz...."

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breathe

slow down girl...

photo courtesy of gaz