The organizers of the Long Lake Regatta decided at the last moment to put on a 3 mile “novice” race, and I entered that, and I won! I don’t believe it!
Details later, I have to go back and watch the 10 mile race finish.
Author: Paul Tomblin
My latest million dollar idea
I was “admiring” the places where my PFD has rubbed my back raw, and I was starting to think how you’d design a PFD that wouldn’t rub when you’re paddling hard. It seemed to me that you could do alternating horizontal bands of floatation material and spandex, so that they could flex as you rotated your torso.
But then I realized a couple of facts
- the “real” racing paddlers I know don’t wear their PFDs, they strap them to back of the kayak.
- most paddlers as fat as me don’t have a proper torso twist racing technique
That was a little more encouraging
I figured today was my last chance to do a long distance paddle before Saturday’s 10 mile race. So today I set off up Irondequoit Bay up to the bridge and back. That’s about 5.3 miles. Monday when I tried to go 6 miles, I got sore in the shoulder and had to cut it down to 4 miles, and that had me worried.
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Kill me now. Or better yet, kill him now. With fire.
A guy moved into a nearby cube a few weeks ago. Just now I had to go over to tell him to “keep the humming down a bit”, because it was getting increasingly loud and atonal. So now he’s started drumming.
How long do you think it will be before he starts using his speaker phone to talk to somebody two cubes over?
I’m getting flashbacks to Blue Lobster and Global Crossing.
Sleep Study
I had a sleep study last night. I very nearly had two at two different centers, but we got that straightened out and I only had to be in one place at a time.
I arrived at 7:30pm, and was shown to world’s most boring and utilitarian hotel room. It had a TV with basic cable, but no WiFi, so StackOverflow was deprived of my brilliance for the night. Around 9:30 the technician came in and started drawing on my head and attaching electrodes. As well as ones around my head, there were ones under my eyes to measure eye movement, ones on my legs to measure “restless leg syndrome”, ones under my chin to measure teeth grinding, a couple of straps around my chest to measure breathing, and others on my chest for the ECG. The wiring bundle was about a 2 or 3 centimeters in diameter. And then, just to make sure I couldn’t sleep, they hooked up a nasal cannula with another tube that sat on my upper lip to measure my breathing, and a pulse-oximeter for my finger.
With all that on, it was time to try to sleep. And believe me, I tried. Besides the wires that pulled every time I moved, and the hoses in my nose, I also had to contend with a narrow single bed and a not very comfortable mattress. I was actually surprised when I woke up one time during the night because I had thought I wouldn’t sleep at all. Turns out I did, just not well or long.
They kicked me out of bed at 6am, and here it is 7:08 and I’m using the WiFi at Panera to try to catch up, but what I really want to do is go home and sleep. Unstudied.