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Mar. 14th, 2011 10:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
silverflight8I kept meaning to update and forgot.
Dive! It has been surprisingly successful. Advice for doing backwards somersault (which I had done only once ever and that two years ago) culminated in: "You just have to go for it." (Similar to the same advice - "Just give 'er."* And the ubiquitous "Fear is only in your mind" - sage advice for anyone attempting what your body really, really doesn't want to do.)
It's like the advice my dad gave me when he was teaching me how to skate, at seven, and trying to turn corners - basically, to just feel it. It worked then and it works now.
The whole team has bruises. I have lovely plum ones on my shins and back, but they are so worth it. And I certainly don't have the worst ones. It's also fascinating to watch the reactions whenever someone hits the water the wrong way (often with a delicious smack) - the simultaneous indrawn breath and moaning, and then the cackling when they come back up.
Spring is most definitely coming! The roads are slush and water, and there are spontaneous streams rushing through the streets. All the gutters are full of fast-flowing water, the ice layers are being carved up by the meltwater, and the river is slowly unlocking. I expect to hear the honking of returning geese soon.
Spring also means gigantic puddles. In walking back from practice, I came across an intersection that was virtually impassable from the puddle; it was about the size of a car. But I love the meltwater. I hope it doesn't flood, but it's always fun to make little dams out of sticks and rocks and other things and filter. (Yes, I have not progressed since elementary ;))
My cough like a barking seal has gone pretty much away. I have my singing voice back! (This is the most important part.) It's still vaguely stuffed up, but I can breathe through it, at least.
*translation: "You chicken, do your hurdle properly and actually go up not out. And use the board.
Dive! It has been surprisingly successful. Advice for doing backwards somersault (which I had done only once ever and that two years ago) culminated in: "You just have to go for it." (Similar to the same advice - "Just give 'er."* And the ubiquitous "Fear is only in your mind" - sage advice for anyone attempting what your body really, really doesn't want to do.)
It's like the advice my dad gave me when he was teaching me how to skate, at seven, and trying to turn corners - basically, to just feel it. It worked then and it works now.
The whole team has bruises. I have lovely plum ones on my shins and back, but they are so worth it. And I certainly don't have the worst ones. It's also fascinating to watch the reactions whenever someone hits the water the wrong way (often with a delicious smack) - the simultaneous indrawn breath and moaning, and then the cackling when they come back up.
Spring is most definitely coming! The roads are slush and water, and there are spontaneous streams rushing through the streets. All the gutters are full of fast-flowing water, the ice layers are being carved up by the meltwater, and the river is slowly unlocking. I expect to hear the honking of returning geese soon.
Spring also means gigantic puddles. In walking back from practice, I came across an intersection that was virtually impassable from the puddle; it was about the size of a car. But I love the meltwater. I hope it doesn't flood, but it's always fun to make little dams out of sticks and rocks and other things and filter. (Yes, I have not progressed since elementary ;))
My cough like a barking seal has gone pretty much away. I have my singing voice back! (This is the most important part.) It's still vaguely stuffed up, but I can breathe through it, at least.
*translation: "You chicken, do your hurdle properly and actually go up not out. And use the board.
