Back in the Swing of Things

It's taking me close to a week to readjust to life. I think I spent last week in limbo, triangulated by jet lag, nicotine withdrawl ('cause I smoked like a good Arab over there!), and paddling practice. I would wake up every night sometime between 1 and 4 am & think that I was still in the desert. I'd start at my studio in total confusion, thinking things like Why did I bring so many books? I'll never fit them on my camel.

I love being back paddling, even though it's been rough physically. I skipped Tuesday, but went out Thursday. We practiced stroking in the Ala Wai, then headed intot he open ocean for some sprints. There were storm clouds over Honolulu and blue skies out to see, and the sun was setting over Wai`anae and reflecting off the Waikīkī hotels, & it was all completely magical.

I tried to go jogging Friday. I made it twelve minutes. I suck.

We had an intense practice Saturday - we started at 7am, and finished around 1pm. We did some service work at Mokauea, so we weren't on the water the entire time. Still, it was a tough day, and I spent most of the rest of the weekend on the couch watching tv - I could barely move after. Mike W took the above picture, and posted the rest of the set here.