Two weeks!

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No, nothing special, I suppose.  But without Ritalin, on my own two feet, I have made it in and gone swimming six times over the two weeks.  I have had minor complications, such as dealing with snow in the drive, a frozen water system, and such as well.  I have been reading at least daily.  I have been working on a number of projects.  I have visited my friend two, or more like three times now?  I am slipping a bit here at home, on upkeep, but not... to badly.  Oh, and I tossed in a bit of pedaling today.

In the pool I started practicing bi-lateral breathing.  Okay, that is going to take some serious practice.  I thought it might, now I know.  I am used to breathing on my right side, and can do that slick as I like.  But the left side?  There were at least a half dozen times where doing that almost found me sinking to the bottom.  I am just not wired that way, so it will take some work.  I was getting better at it as time went by.  I really did think about tossing the idea.  I think I will be glad I didn't, eventually.  As well, I worked with my pelvis, to gain a better, flatter, leg position.  While not perfect yet, I can see improvement.  It will take time to incorporate these things more fully into my strokes.  I also worked on takeoffs.  Yeah, a lot for a beginning, but I'm not exactly novice if I happen to be out of shape.  And, really, takeoffs aren't new, at all, to me.  I simply hadn't been using them since I was trying to break into swimming as an exercise, not as sprints or for endurance, initially.  And, really, I think I will be able to work on three things at once, per week.  Keeping up on everything?  I also hit a stationary bike.  Yikes!  I will no more start out with an half an hour of that than I will start by working with 300 pounds!  I was good to do just a few minutes of pedaling at a time, a few times.  I set the machine about where I remembered my actual bicycle resistance to be.  However, with such short sessions, I will probably try to put a short time at the pedal each day.  Gah but that was murder!  Odd?

After swimming I went to see my friend.  He didn't need to do any shopping, and it was a bit chill.  But I owed him $20 from our last outing so offered to buy supper tonight and again next week some time.  He said there was a good football game this Sunday.  If it is at the right time I might have to stop over.  I need to be at the Church by 17:30, give or take.  It might just work out.  I know he would like a pal to watch the game with him, even one as reluctant as myself.  I still, mostly, know the game, know what a flag could be, and such.  And I do get into it, a bit.  I know it's all rigged, whether for Vegas or mediocrity as Vox suggests, matters not a bit.  Fixing is fixing and, to my mind, it shows up plain, simple, and ugly.  I'm more of a mortal combat type, let the skill of the pickers, coaches, and team players decide the thing, not some Goddamned bureaucracy... public or private.  I truly do hate that.  Still, I can... act the part of a fan.  I bet he would put me up until it was time to head to Church, too.

I didn't have much luck with women today.  No, not really trying to catch one, just...  I had thought to check some things out this week, but I haven't been in quite the right situations to do so.  The rest of the week, however, my involvements with the fairer sex have been splendid.  Imagine walking down the aisles of a store to have a half dozen women, some of them quite lovely and others still quite reasonable if not quite immediately interesting, out of the blue, strike up a conversation.  Now, stop imagining!  Yeah, I kept wondering if they had been talking to someone else, but... there was no one else and they were quite direct, including glances and turning to speak with me.  Other good things just happened as well.  Of course, women are notoriously fickle critters.  On some days, if they really like you?  They absolutely hate you just for that reason.  Hehe  A little... weighting and averaging has to take place.  I still think there is a chance to find a woman.  I am, however, specifically not looking for one at the gym.  That's almost as bad as finding a woman at work, school, etc.  If it goes bad you are stuck with it, for some period of time.  Bleh.  Actually, I'm not so much looking as... not not looking?  Double negative?  Shut up.  :p

Hmm, reading then bedtime.  Good night.