Thursday, August 07, 2008

Dynamic

On a bit of a whim I ended up at the swimming pool yesterday. I went at the end of adult lap swimming and the beginning of adult recreational swimming in an immature attempt to avoid anyone who would point and laugh at bald, one-boobied me. Of course, I walk out of the dressing stall to a waiting audience of over a dozen little girls lined up against the opposite wall. Poop.

I somehow managed keep my head high as I put my stuff into a locker and make my blinded way to the pool. Thankfully there was a set of actual stairs set up (I'm not sure how I would do on a ladder just yet) and an empty lane right next to it. I swam 4.75 laps and walked 1.25 laps for a total of six glorious turns across the pool. The older gentleman swimming next to me was very nice and made a little conversation every time I had to stop and remember how to breathe again. After catching my breath and letting my heart rate settle back down, I showered, dressed, and came home to take an unexpected three-hour nap, forcing me to miss yet another knit night...

The Husboy and I have decided that swimming is a good habit for me to get into (and the doctors agree), so I will be going to the pool twice a week to improve my strength and the range of motion in my arm. The Husboy said that, with my still mostly bald head, I am probably very hydro-dynamic. I think my having the physique of a manatee may have something to do with it as well, but who wants to start an argument?

Speaking of dynamic, I stopped at my LYS on Tuesday and picked up my first set of Addi Turbos. Despite everyone dancing at the altar of the Addi's and extolling the benefits of these needles, I had resisted picking them up previously, mostly because they cost sooooo much. In fact, the only reason I bought them (US#3 & #5) now is because these are the only needles my LYS carries and I wanted to start this hat now.


The 2.5 inches of cotton and inch or so of color work went like the wind. The Addis are smooth like glass, but without the sharp-ended stabby-ness of the Knitpicks Options. I will probably still lean on the Options needles for most of my knitting, just because the Turbos are just a tad out of my price range, but I think I will start to slowly amass these beauties as the economy and my project needs allow.

This is the last you will see of this hat (unless you look on Ravelry, of course) because it is for one of my family members who knows where the blog is and may take a look around.


The sock is for my dad, who does not check the blog but who has been wearing too-small socks knit with twisted stitches for far too long.

And here is the circular scarf with the little blue bows to really make it look finished. This will also be going to a family member, but one who I am pretty sure doesn't know where the blog is, so I'm not too worried.
The yarn shop work is coming along; I will try to share some of my future inventory next time. Stay tuned!

4 comments:

trek said...

Great for you on the swimming! And it will get easier and you will remember how to breathe and swim at the same time!

errs said...

Too bad we don't live closer to each other. I'd go to the pool with you. People would be blinded by my pasty skin and not even see you. If some one happened to be wearing sunglasses, then I can gross them out by not shaving my legs. Nobody would notice you. :D

Julie said...

If I saw a woman at the local pool in your shape, I would say "You go, girl."

You go, girl. Good for you. Keep on keeping on. Hugs.

Aunt Kathy said...

Becka,

First I smile at the Y situation. I too go to the Y twice a week to swim and exercise in the pool. Wednesday I managed 5 laps.

But I too wish I could go from the locker room to the water in a blink. I am VERY overweight and my stomach falls through the legs of the swim suit past my knees, even with shorts on it seeps through and every time the kids are there, looking, gasping, running behind adults in fear. But I still go.

One day if I keep it up maybe it won't happen, or it just won't bother me anymore.

{{{HUGS}}} to you, it doesn't matter what others think (if they really are even bothering to think about us)it's all about getting healthy and loving who we are as we are, because God loves us that way, and He can;t be wrong, right?