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It's 3:30 in the morning and 79 degrees out. Gad.
We're staying at
silkensteel's because we don't have AC and... well... it's 3:30 in the morning and 79 degrees out. When we first gave in and came over here the other night around midnight, I think I was borderline heatsick.
koyote and I went swimming at about 10PM, because I'd been cooped up all day and really needed to move around, but it was still too hot to go walking or biking (and my tire was flat. We suspect sabotage due to previous incidents). The unheated pool water felt to be somewhere between 90 and 95 degrees.
Leif did not come with us. I don't think I've been swimming without at least having to keep one eye on him since the summer before I got pregnant with him. Maybe one time a month and a half before he was born - I can't remember for sure if I actually went in the pool that time or just the hot tub.
We tossed a ball around. Apparently I throw reasonably well, and not like a girl. I expect this is 100% martial arts, as I was never actually taught to throw, nor do I remember being any good at it when forced to do so in gym.
It did cause me to suddenly wonder how I would have done at water polo, had I got past the "OMG you have to wear a bathing suit and practice is at 5AM in the OMG freezing cold San Diego winter and the coach is evil!" thing. I think perhaps I could have been pretty good - I've always liked the water.
I've pretty much always thought of myself as a total non-athlete. Truth is, I suspect I've never been any worse than anyone else as long as the sport in question doesn't involve running. But so many childhood fitness activities are based on, and judged by, running, so crap runner = nonathlete.
I woke up from dreaming about that there was a vampire in the hapkido class. Not anyone who was actually in the class in real life, though several of them made guest appearances. She was a strong enough vampire that she could go into people's houses without being invited, though once inside she was weak enough that their hapkido skills could deal with her easily enough. Overall, a nice fun Buffyesque dream, except for one small disturbing bit. Well, and the part where I went to the church I grew up in and my grandparents wouldn't let me have ice cream because it was only for the senior citizens.
I had a sudden moment of clarity yesterday, and made a connection I needed to make. That cryptic enough for you? I love moments like that.
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Leif did not come with us. I don't think I've been swimming without at least having to keep one eye on him since the summer before I got pregnant with him. Maybe one time a month and a half before he was born - I can't remember for sure if I actually went in the pool that time or just the hot tub.
We tossed a ball around. Apparently I throw reasonably well, and not like a girl. I expect this is 100% martial arts, as I was never actually taught to throw, nor do I remember being any good at it when forced to do so in gym.
It did cause me to suddenly wonder how I would have done at water polo, had I got past the "OMG you have to wear a bathing suit and practice is at 5AM in the OMG freezing cold San Diego winter and the coach is evil!" thing. I think perhaps I could have been pretty good - I've always liked the water.
I've pretty much always thought of myself as a total non-athlete. Truth is, I suspect I've never been any worse than anyone else as long as the sport in question doesn't involve running. But so many childhood fitness activities are based on, and judged by, running, so crap runner = nonathlete.
I woke up from dreaming about that there was a vampire in the hapkido class. Not anyone who was actually in the class in real life, though several of them made guest appearances. She was a strong enough vampire that she could go into people's houses without being invited, though once inside she was weak enough that their hapkido skills could deal with her easily enough. Overall, a nice fun Buffyesque dream, except for one small disturbing bit. Well, and the part where I went to the church I grew up in and my grandparents wouldn't let me have ice cream because it was only for the senior citizens.
I had a sudden moment of clarity yesterday, and made a connection I needed to make. That cryptic enough for you? I love moments like that.