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stephbgTried an experiment in breathing today and went back to the pool.
Concentrated on controlled breathing rather than style, efficiency and muscles, and managed an inelegant but surprising 500m. The experience threw up a few tips for future land-based breathing happiness.
The trip also featured the debut of the new two-piece bike-shorts and tank top swimming gear. A success in terms of shoulder pressure or rather absence thereof. Slightly disconcerting flappiness under speed, but a big surprise in the spa. I sat down, leaned back and immediately inflated like a balloon. Precisely like a balloon in fact. I rearranged self.
Later in the changeroom I discovered that the removal task under conditions of wetness was more of a challenge than expected, but I didn't spend too long in the semi-naked-helplessly-trussed-hands-over-the-head position. There were bits of elastic in surprising places.
The brother
After some disappointingly chocolate-free vege-dominated shopping I went to the folks' place to tag along on a visit to Big Brother. I'm not generally a fan of the hospital visit per se, particularly when the visitee is ill rather than broken. However I've discovered that sick family members like to be massaged, so I feel more useful these days. Scalp for ill brother, whereas pregnant sisters prefer feet.
The boy
Being halfway to Fremantle I decided to go All The Way and give Husband a lift home from work, the Excel being too dodgy to nurse further than local garage. Whilst waiting for my beloved I watched a group of actors turn up for some Prison-themed event tonight. Got trapped by an old vaudevillian who conversed exclusively in my-dog-has-no-nose-isms. Well, when I say "conversed" it was all a bit one-way and disturbingly like being confronted by a costume character. One who wouldn't go away.
Was much more interested in the Madam Lash policewoman character who turned up later. Handcuffs and fishnets. It's a classic.
Before we left I was treated to a brief private tour of the workings of the Tunnel Tour complex. Happy to report that neither the view down the shaft nor the mockup of the tunnel (patrons over 4'6" will have to bend for awhile) frightened me off, so it comes down to physical strength for the ladder climb. Hmmm. One day *shakes fist randomly at universe*.
The box
Tonight enjoyed the delightfully geeky hooniness of Top Gear. Made a start on Bionic Woman ep 2 having finally got around to ep 1 last night. Suffered an attack of I-don't-really-care-how-many-shows-this-is-highly-derivative-of-,-most-of-which-I-also-failed-to-engage-with, and didn't bother to finish ep 2. I then deleted the remaining episodes and chose to ignore the badness of the grammar in the preceding sentence.
I mean, it was OK and I'd rather watch Bionic Woman than be stabbed in the eye with a chopstick, but life is too short. I'd much rather get around to finishing off Farscape.
The diary
Sadly missed out on several potential social events today. Thanks for the invites people. They are much appreciated, despite my woeful attendance record.
Grin
Husband has just tried one of those doomed I-don't-believe-you-are-capable-of-listening-to-me-and-blogging-at-the-same-time tests. These typically take the form of a neutrally-voiced long and involved description of the imaginary animals in the next room. My reliable ability to recite these back to him immediately has not broken him of the habit.
Today's attention testing effort was more interesting, involving a promise to recite "all the prime numbers backwards". THAT got my attention. "Really honey" said I, actually looking up from the keyboard, "and where would you start?" Sadly for the world of pure mathematics he declined to respond.
Concentrated on controlled breathing rather than style, efficiency and muscles, and managed an inelegant but surprising 500m. The experience threw up a few tips for future land-based breathing happiness.
The trip also featured the debut of the new two-piece bike-shorts and tank top swimming gear. A success in terms of shoulder pressure or rather absence thereof. Slightly disconcerting flappiness under speed, but a big surprise in the spa. I sat down, leaned back and immediately inflated like a balloon. Precisely like a balloon in fact. I rearranged self.
Later in the changeroom I discovered that the removal task under conditions of wetness was more of a challenge than expected, but I didn't spend too long in the semi-naked-helplessly-trussed-hands-over-the-head position. There were bits of elastic in surprising places.
The brother
After some disappointingly chocolate-free vege-dominated shopping I went to the folks' place to tag along on a visit to Big Brother. I'm not generally a fan of the hospital visit per se, particularly when the visitee is ill rather than broken. However I've discovered that sick family members like to be massaged, so I feel more useful these days. Scalp for ill brother, whereas pregnant sisters prefer feet.
The boy
Being halfway to Fremantle I decided to go All The Way and give Husband a lift home from work, the Excel being too dodgy to nurse further than local garage. Whilst waiting for my beloved I watched a group of actors turn up for some Prison-themed event tonight. Got trapped by an old vaudevillian who conversed exclusively in my-dog-has-no-nose-isms. Well, when I say "conversed" it was all a bit one-way and disturbingly like being confronted by a costume character. One who wouldn't go away.
Was much more interested in the Madam Lash policewoman character who turned up later. Handcuffs and fishnets. It's a classic.
Before we left I was treated to a brief private tour of the workings of the Tunnel Tour complex. Happy to report that neither the view down the shaft nor the mockup of the tunnel (patrons over 4'6" will have to bend for awhile) frightened me off, so it comes down to physical strength for the ladder climb. Hmmm. One day *shakes fist randomly at universe*.
The box
Tonight enjoyed the delightfully geeky hooniness of Top Gear. Made a start on Bionic Woman ep 2 having finally got around to ep 1 last night. Suffered an attack of I-don't-really-care-how-many-shows-this-is-highly-derivative-of-,-most-of-which-I-also-failed-to-engage-with, and didn't bother to finish ep 2. I then deleted the remaining episodes and chose to ignore the badness of the grammar in the preceding sentence.
I mean, it was OK and I'd rather watch Bionic Woman than be stabbed in the eye with a chopstick, but life is too short. I'd much rather get around to finishing off Farscape.
The diary
Sadly missed out on several potential social events today. Thanks for the invites people. They are much appreciated, despite my woeful attendance record.
Grin
Husband has just tried one of those doomed I-don't-believe-you-are-capable-of-listening-to-me-and-blogging-at-the-same-time tests. These typically take the form of a neutrally-voiced long and involved description of the imaginary animals in the next room. My reliable ability to recite these back to him immediately has not broken him of the habit.
Today's attention testing effort was more interesting, involving a promise to recite "all the prime numbers backwards". THAT got my attention. "Really honey" said I, actually looking up from the keyboard, "and where would you start?" Sadly for the world of pure mathematics he declined to respond.
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Date: 2007-12-01 11:22 pm (UTC)