Tuesday, July 09, 2013
This evening's paddle exhibited the reason I need to do rescue training. Not that I flipped my kayak, but it was a concern for the first hour. We went out on Lake Erie, and inside the harbor it was glass flat, but then we rounded the breakwall and the waves got bossy and pushy. We paddled for about an hour to a point where there is a waterfall and a sea cave you can paddle into. (Is it a "sea" cave if it is on a lake?) I got a little claustrophobic in the cave and didn't paddle under the waterfall, but it was fun nonetheless. Then on the way back the wind started dying down and the fog rolled in... dense fog. My little 12 foot boat was bobbing like a cork for the first half of the paddle, which made it hard to keep up with the longer, faster kayaks, but on the way back I led the pack. I got some pointers on my basic forward stroke, so I was powering forward with the best form I could manage, and it really increased my speed. We had to skirt the shore line on the way back as the combination of twilight and fog meant that any motorboats were NOT going to see us paddling along. I like paddling in fog though, since it is similar to paddling at night and you really notice the glide of the kayak and the rhythm of your paddle strokes.
Cooper really didn't want to walk today. For his afternoon walk I got him to go to the end of the parking lot out back and that was it. I didn't even add that into my mileage for the day. I did get out for a run though. 2.1 miles in 17 minutes. That seems to be my average time for that distance. My next run I am adding .3 to my route and see if I can't maintain the speed over a slightly longer (very slightly) distance. Next week I will go back to my 3.2 mile route and see how much of it I can run before taking a walking break. Some day soon I will run the whole darn thing. It was cooler today, so I thought the run would be easier, but I hadn't factored in the humidity. The first 5 minutes of the run I didn't notice, but then it hit me, and it was more like swimming than running. lol!!
As for poor Mr Cooper, the vet said to give it a little more time before we consider any kind of intervention with his depression. He seems to do fine out at my parents' farm where he can run off the leash, but once I put the leash on him he gets stubborn and sad. I get him to go a little ways and then he lays down in the grass and refuses to move, giving me the big sad puppy eyes until I pick him up and carry him. When he was attacked he couldn't run away from the other dog because Cooper was on his leash, while the other dog wasn't. I think Cooper associates the leash with being attacked now. This could really become a problem. I have been letting him pick our routes and how long we walk for the most part. When I do that he walks a little bit farther, but not much.
I gained back a pound this week, which is actually a good thing as I was starting to look a little too thin. I have cut back on my exercise (mostly because of Cooper's refusal to walk, not from any particular plan to cut back), and kept my calories the same, and I regained a pound. I can regain another few pounds and still be quite healthy, so that is what I am aiming for. I think I will do best right around 160 pounds. It is a process of trial and error to balance the calories in with the calories out. I have to eat enough that I don't start losing weight again, but not regain crazy amounts of weight. My dad says that I have completely reset my metabolism, and that as long as I maintain a base line of physical activity I should have no problem keeping the weight off. Here's hoping that is true!