It’s called “Livin’. “

Went to a lake with B today.  No long boats (though B-J was on the racks.). Just spud boats and Roll Practice.   We are hitting some serious (to me definitely) white water next weekend and I wanted to make sure I still had a roll, especially in the new to me ARC.   I have had it one (kind) moving water, but never tried rolling it, and the last time I attempted a roll, was just before my Ma passed away and I haven’t been practicing it since then.(bad Dio, no Knob Creek for you!)

We did good.   I had some that were less than optimal but I did get to surface.  Even if I was pushing off the bottom, like I did once for certain,,, like B says: “If you’re breathing air, it was a good roll.”   B did better up till he tried to do multiples and had to bail out since I lost my footing to scramble around and give him an assist.  (the place we were at goes from shoreline to overhead in less than 20′.  Its pretty steep under surface and a couple feet of drift will put you from standing no issues to over your head deep.

But its Living life.  Not mere existence.   And that I can’t call a bad thing.   It may not pay the bills, but its not sitting around allowing all the bad shit to get under the surface and fester.   

I’m guessing I am ready for next weekend.   Looking back on my performance today, I do not recall paying any attention to what my hips or legs were doing, yet they did it anyway.  I was paying more attention to what my shoulders and head were doing, especially the head thing.  Since it needs to be dead last out of the water for most rolls to finish well, I was focused on it, watching the paddle (with closed eyes, go figure) and laying back towards the back deck to keep my CG closer to center mass.   But I never panicked and while I was hesitant especially at first, I got over it.

Now I am anxious to get to the Campsite next weekend.  I’m gonna play catch up on things and post something tomorrow AM.(need to get back into that practice,,,)