Don’t fall into that trap

I almost did, and y’all read it too. Do NOT let them take our lives away,,,

I said to hell with it, I will NOT be sitting the weekend out. Even if that means I am eating Ramen the rest of the week, I’m getting out and doing SOMETHING !!!!

Took Lizzy to the lake, didn’t go out long, didn’t kit out in full either: wetsuit, drytop, PFD, paddle and boat. No skirt, no GPS, no phone, no water bottle, no paddle floats, no compass,,, Just me in a boat looking to see how we fit still (now that I’m ‘paddling’ every day at home,,,)

Hot shit have I started that climb up from OMGOMGOMGOMG!!!! To ‘well that was interesting,,,’ still not the confidence levels I want to be at, but that comes with seat time/experiance. Unlike Blue Jean, in whom my confidence meter was pegged in the red zone the first time I sat in her, Lizzy is 10X more spritely and a little unforgiving of ‘stoopid hooman’. Today was relaxed, did some edging stretches at waters edge (no skirt couldnt push too far. Dressed for immersion, with no intention of getting immersed: shit could happen though.) then some manuever skills, then hammered down across the lake. On the other side, turned broadside to my oncoming wake and rode them with not a twitch.

This ergometer is working, not just in physical conditioning, but mental as well. (Or just keeping my hips loose enough to not have problems,,,, dunno)

Anywhoos, here is the post I was working on B4 I fought loose of that honeypot of apathy and angst,,, (and you’ll see why I said ti hell with it and do the lake thing,,,)

DAMMIT!!

Of all the things I keep seeing in the singles cloud, one thing keeps ringing out loud.

ImmagonnahavtaMOVE.

Lots of hits,,,

None close. NONE. And I’m talking within 200 miles!!! One way!!! (And yes I tried restting filters, and it was then ‘crickets in the grass’)(in one way, it shows how much a technical backwater I reside in, but I figured that backwater was MUCH smaller than a 200 mile radius. Feeling like I need a reassessment on that view. )

¡sigh!

I know “she” is out there. Cripes, 8 billion peeps (supposedly) on this planet and even at a 50/50 ratio, thats good odds of a match somewhere,,,, right???

But there is a whole lotta planet around me and horizons are only 4 miles away, which is akin to a pinhole on a world map. Lots of territory to cover to find that ‘someone’, and so far, that territory ain’t here!!!