burning it off

Work's got me under the gun....but I still try to squeeze in my noon swim or yoga.
Keeps me sane....and my ass from widening as it compresses seat foam all day.

Forearm stand...


into...
Scorpion.
(attempt to touch my head with my feet....but my back isn't real bendy)

pics courtesy of v-man

same ol'

What I secretly wished for.....

• Come home and find the clean faeries had done their wonders
• Someone else to do my exercise for me
• A hot bubble bath already drawn
• A breathing glass of red
• A lovely man tied up in red ribbon patiently awaiting me in my bed

What I ended up with....

• Piles of cat barf to clean up
• Two workouts that kicked my ass
• A lukewarm bath with no bubbles
• A glass of red I had to pour myself
• A furry nutless barf bag sprawled out on my empty bed

Lucky me.

tracks

photo courtesy of gaz

parametrix research

In the midst of work, meetings, weather/school delays & doctor appointments.....I managed to squeeze in a swim clinic this week.

Honored clinicians?

Shane Gould and Milt Nelms

Shane Gould - 1972 Australian Olympic Medalist (3 gold, 1 silver, 1 bronze); She is the only person, male or female, to hold every world freestyle record simultaneously in the 100m, 200m, 400m, 800m, 1500m, as well as the 200m Individual Medley, and the first female swimmer ever to win three Olympic gold medals in world record time. She's also a surfer.

Milt Nelms - Native Oregonian. Considered a leading expert in cutting edge swimming techniques in the world today. Designs programming for athlete development and the teaching of swim technique. Milt’s work is recognized as one of the top 25 most significant contributions to USA Swimming for the last twenty-five years.

Did I learn anything new? Practical? Stroke altering?

Of course.

I learned......

....that I wish I could apply Milt's theories & techniques to surfing.

six miles

Two mile switchback trail in.
One mile along the beach.
And back.

Nice day for a walk.

photos courtesy of Gaz

best buddies

The V-man's been to visist Max every day....to make sure he's doing okay.

And he is....doing okay. In fact Max is doing very well. A couple of dime sized holes drilled into his skull to drain the infection....and a couple of quarter sized titanium discs to plug'em up. Max thinks it's cool that he'll now be setting off airport alarms. Tee hee...

The docs don't know what caused the infection...but they expect him to make a full recovery and quite possibly leave the hospital as soon as Thursday.

Very good news.

surreal

Last night....the cuteboy & I were back up at Doernbecher Children's Hospital. Only this time....we weren't there for his son Bailey. (He'll be back there for his last surgery soon enough.)

My twin's youngest boy....Max (8)....was admitted to the pediatric intensive care unit with swelling in his right orbital & sinus cavities. As well as some swelling/fluid under the skull.

The same neurosurgeon & nurses that cared for Bailey.....are looking after Max.

He's in excellent hands.

moss landing

Porpoise....casually feeding through the line-up.

photo courtesy of Gaz

Backside longboard styling.

Zippy left.

Happy New Year

Two sessions.

Two breaks.

To start off the New Year.

T

Some time ago....nursemyra proposed t-shirt friday. (last friday of every month)

I finally got my act together....and remembered.

Rock on.



T-shirt courtesy of Gaz...via Sissy Fish.

guitar hero

Xbox 360 rules!
Thanks Santa!

Happy Holidays

Tooly licks...



...and licks...

...and licks...

Merry Christmas!

warmer days

Cold grey days...with howling winds & sideways rain.

Winter.

Time to tap the memory banks....for sunny summer days.


Derek...fin first.


Silas...backside.

More D styling...

Hanna & Cedar...splittin the peak.


photos courtesy of Gaz

Got Wood?

Collecting firewood....Oregon Surf Style.


1. Two busted chainsaws...



2. Strapping surfers...

3. Foreman and wood hauling vehicle...

shoulder

....she can't always be strong.

glass

I scored today...

Smooth...uncluttered...water.

No turbulence.

No wakes.

No train.

Me...

Myself...

...and I...

for an hour of stroking through glass.

pretzel

Not sure being able to tie myself in a knot is helping my surfing....

community

ras touched on this (in a comment) the other day.

We....surfers(?)....have one thing in common. Well....sometimes more than one thing. Most definitely one thing...binds us...brings us together...creates a community.

It's not a T-shirt.

It's not talk.

And...

It's certainly not.... temperament.

I read through a lot of surf blogs.

Some....continually pique my interest.

Others....not so much. (Which has more to do with my interest in a person's writing style...than their written topic.)

But......every day I'm back.

Wading through the muck & mire.

Why?

Passion.

The binding element......to this community.

threading the needle...

A lot of buoys this past week(end).

No worries.

Serpentine...

voyeur

I sat in the car on Sunday......and watched.

Made the drive....through snow, no less....but couldn't bring myself to suit up for the cold grey day.

What I would have missed......if I had been in the water...

The cuteboy drop into a head high right and lay down a bottom turn that had me convinced he was channeling Jay Adams skating. Beautiful.

The big grin on sheriff Andy's face as he told me about his week... scoring 8ft daily doubles down in the 'Cruz. and...the look of envy on his son's face....'cuz he wasn't invited.

The cheeky monkey of a 3-year-old relieving himself on the back tire of his dad's car.

Some days......it's better to observe.