Today we left the bay house. I was talking to one of my friends about being conflicted in regards to my morning 45.
Last time we were there I went biking along this long empty road into the backcountry and thought about the Jamestown colonists.
Some arrogant part of me feels like I’d do better than they did but in actuality I’d probably also starve.
Anyway I enjoyed that biking.
On the other hand I don’t own a kayak and I don’t live by the water.
She recommended kayaking in agreement with those latter two points.
On Sunday we decided to do a cold plunge and jump in the pool.
It was low to mid 60s and drizzly so it felt pretty invigorating.
My husband went back and tread water for another half hour after that.
Then he did it again this morning (Memorial Day Monday).
So this morning I did it again too.
I know it’s not part of 75 hard/easy/something but a cold plunge feels very bro and within the idiom of the day.
I therefore jumped into the cold water and took a video of it for this record.
Mainly though I kayaked.
It was foggy and drizzly and I picked a spot on the horizon and went out and back.
I was out for just about an hour and could feel all the burn in my shoulders.
It was early and quiet and I’d enjoy doing all of that more.
I did my Pilates and was delighted that my son decided to join me.
I’ve definitely gained some strength and flexibility there.
Got my reading in , we are on to potatoes I am happy to report.
I drank quite a bit today 60 plus of water plus 2 coffees and a hot cocoa (no sugar just milk and cocoa powder).
So far so good.

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