Orthodontic work yesterday – braces to straighten my crooked teeth and correct an overbite. Not painful at all the procedure, but when I got home and finally had a chance to make a sandwich for lunch the first bite resulted in a couple of lower brackets breaking away from the teeth to which they’d been anchored. The dental office was able to get me back in to repair the damage and make a couple of adjustments. My mouth feels strange and my speech sounds different/feels awkward. Probably a soft diet for a couple of days. I’m hoping this intervention will help prevent dentition problems as I get older and, Sparks fans, that I’ll look a little better.
For about the past three or four weeks, on weekends, I’ve been consistently getting up around 4:00 am and either riding my bike or driving to the gym Saturdays and Sundays. Been a little hit or miss before that. No idea why I’ve had better motivation recently than formerly. My doctor told me about a year ago I should concentrate on strengthening my back and rotator-cuffs to alleviate bilateral shoulder pain he attributed, in part, to having overdeveloped my pectorals. But to look at me, you wouldn’t think so. Still, I’ve complied with his advice and my posture has improved as well as, a little bit, that shoulder pain.
My workouts have lasted about an hour and a half, and I incorporate legs and abs, some tricep and chest, with my primary lat, back, and bicep work. Am I a glorious specimen of beautiful middle-aged masculinity? Not so much, although I feel better – it’s good to feel strong. I’m gaining weight, but my clothes still fit, so some of that must be muscle.
This was our year to spend Thanksgiving with my wife’s family but we stayed home for the holiday because of my work schedule. We spent a really pleasant day with my family, instead. Friday, my wife finished decorating the house for Christmas and my son and I went for a bike ride around the neighborhoods. We stopped by and visited my godparents and then rode home when the boy looked like he was about to fall asleep. He’s not ridden much over the past couple of months, so he had a hard time riding back up hill.
By some miracle or fluke of predestination and providence, I turned out not to be a complete monster. I’ve written in this space, at some time or other, that for me or someone like me, the great adventure is to live the ordinary life in an ordinary way. You can probably not grasp how unimaginable an outcome that seemed for me when I was young or how much joy it brings me now. It’s what I’m daily most thankful for – my wife, son, our health, meaningful work for both my wife and myself, a modest house in a modest neighborhood, self-directed recreational activities like cycling, paddling, strength training, reading, a small and extremely Calvinistic congregation where we are accepted and maybe for the most part liked and to which we contribute by participation, prayers, offerings. Also my extended family – much more important to me now in middle age than it seemed when I was a young man.
I have a lot to be grateful for and I hope you do, too.
With the 2003 Anniversary Edition Folbot Aleut I bought in late June, I drove to McMinnville again to float the Barren Fork River from Smooth Rapids to the VFW lodge. My son and I paddled that length of river in our Grumman canoe. Longer ago than that, after a rainy week, I’d taken the Aleut to Smooth Rapids only to be advised against putting in there by the guy in charge that day d/t debris, etc.
In late September, I finally got back to Smooth Rapids with the Aleut, but by then we’d had about no appreciable rain on the Upper Cumberland Plateau for about two weeks, and I had some concerns about low water level. Still, hypalon’s supposed to be a tough material for hullskins, and I numerous times dragged a 75# wood-framed solo kayak with PVC hull over rocks and fallen trees and heaven knows what crud may choke a laughably small river’s channel. Without mishap.
During my late September paddle/float down the Barren Form & Collins rivers, I had reason to regret leaving a handy painter in the car. Two or three times I my kayak hung on rocks and one time I just got out and pulled the Aleut, wagon-like, behind me. I started writing this post about a month ago, but I’d already prepped the snapshots, so here they are:
Bow and stern sections, respectively, with NRS medium float bags. Inflated, they take up most of bow and stern sections under the deck. Pretty good displacement for the 12′ Aleut, I’d guess.
That’s the Smooth Rapids restaurant, office, store up there on the hillside. Restaurant seating is available up there on the deck. You can drive down near the put in, then back up the hill to a parking lot out of frame to the building’s left.
That’s how I got the Folbot’s seatback to stay in place. I’ve got the seatback’s tension pretty high and lean forward when paddling. Sort of like a backband, but not quite. Just making due with what I’ve got.
That’s the first kayak paddle I ever bought – probably close to my own age, it’s about 240 cm in length and is a Klepper paddle. I tried it out on this river float trip and found it far superior for the purpose than my Eric Renshaw Greenland style paddle that’s a lot shorter. Also, the Klepper paddle’s got metal riveted to the blades’ edges which proved helpful this day. I think in future this is the paddle I’ll be using with the Aleut at least until I get a longer Greenland paddle. I think I mentioned in a previous post about smashing fingernails against the Aleut’s deckline D-rings using the shorter paddle; not a problem with the Klepper paddle.
I wish I’d had time to get out and paddle a Franklin County slough, today, but instead dropped off the Jamis for some repairs and the Sprite frame for headset. Stopped by a gun store and range where I spoke with a fellow I haven’t seen in several years, entered a drawing for a “tactical” shotgun. If I win it, I’ll review it here.