Saturday 25 January 2014

Nearing the end of the Dryathlon

I've now raised over £100 for Cancer Research. not bad for giving up the booze for a few weeks! It's been a useful experience; too easy to get in the habit of drinking every time you go out. Still looking forward to a pint at the end though!

Wednesday 22 January 2014

Not Much To Report

I missed a blog post last week. Trouble is, there's not anything very exciting going on. I mean, there's stuff going on. But does anyone other than me really care about management assignments and fixing the boiler thermostat? (I'm not even sure I care about the first one.)

So, I'll keep going, and there will be more detailed blog posts when I'm doing something more interesting, like drinking or falling off my bike or chasing seals or something.

Onward!

Saturday 18 January 2014

Dryathlete

I'm doing the Dryathlon challenge, where I give up the booze for a month to raise funds for Cancer Research. (Sidenote: if you want to do Dry January and you mean it about giving up for the month, do it for charity and tell everyone.) I've occasionally wondered if I'm overdoing the booze. That, or hitting thirty a few years back really did for my ability to drink and not get hangovers that stick around for whole days. So, Dry January it was.

So far it's going well. I feel better. Sleep better, less depression, more energy.

On the other hand, I'm yet again helping run the consultation on Newcastle Council's budget for this year. Sitting in a pub and refusing the beer? Easy. Surviving a week of that project and not getting home and diving into the Chardonnay? Not so easy.

Two weeks to go. Wish me luck!

Friday 10 January 2014

Start As You Mean To Go On

I ended the last year watching Doctor Who with The Best Friend and Beloved Godson #1, and began this year by swimming in the sea at St Mary's Lighthouse. I've had to explain a few times to people that a diver's New Year Swim is not like the ones that make the papers, where people run into the sea wearing swimsuits, and then quickly run back out again (good choice!). We were wearing every bit of neoprene we had. My kit included: swimsuit, rash vest (basically a long-sleeved t-shirt made of 1mm-thick neoprene), 5mm-thick wetsuit (mine also has a neoprene vest inside it for extra warmth), neoprene socks, 5mm neoprene dive boots, 5mm neoprene hood, 5mm neoprene gloves, 5mm neoprene wetsuit jacket over the first wetsuit, I think you get the idea.

We clambered out over the causeway and the rocks, to the amusement and bafflement of passers-by (it was bloody cold and windy that day) and jumped off a rock into the sea. It was sufficiently high that I had time to yell "Geronimo" on the way down.

The swim itself was great fun. We swim with fins, and a diver with fins can cover distance much more quickly than an ordinary swimmer. I wore my mask and snorkel; no-one else did, but I'm not fond of getting seawater up my nose. This did allow me to have a good look down at the sea, which had all the gin-clear clarity and warmth of runny mud. No diving there for a while. On the rocks, a retriever barked repeatedly, as if saying "I don't know what these foolish humans are doing, but I'll keep watch until they stop doing it".

I really want to do this more often. I'd forgotten how much fun it is just to swim without all my dive gear on, fond as I am of it. We were like human seals, splashing around in the waves and playing on the rocks. It was surprisingly not-cold in the water. We were in for about 40 minutes, then splashed back ashore to get changed in the car park (yes, my hobby involves exposing myself in car parks...) and enjoy a warm doughnut and hot chocolate. One of my buddies observed that you probably put back in the calories you burned on the dive by eating the doughnut. I replied that it's lucky I wasn't trying to lose weight, then. The doughnut was great.