When you have almost died, everything in life looks a little bit brighter, a little bit shinyer and a little bit happier. Then you go to Maui and it is like whammo! I felt like I was in the emerald kingdom of OZ. The greens are greener, there is a rainbow around every corner. The whales were leaping like lizards on a hot plate. The ocean was that special blue that is only reserved for HDTV ads. The kids had an awesome time, the grownups had an even better time.
A New Turn On:
I paddled an outrigger canoe for the first time, thanks to my old friend Leo. I am smitten with the sport. It is aerobic, it happens in the water and it has that hypnotic stoke of a technique based repetitive motion that melts the miles away. It is such a stoke that I might have to change the name of this blog to the puddin' canoeist. OK, I did do it in ideal conditions including 70 degree water and whales swimming up to me. Nevertheless, I am hooked. I have been really frustrated by my attempts to get back on the bike. The canoe may be a way of moving forward with a new fitness activity without the grief I've been feeling for the loss of cycling power.
I came home with a batch of poomoania. Whatever, I am now back at work and ready to go. Anyone want to go paddling?
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