Rum, Sodomy, and the Lash: Pick Two (aghrivaine) wrote,
Rum, Sodomy, and the Lash: Pick Two
aghrivaine

Swimming on a Bum Shoulder

So I hurt my shoulder at a Beltaine feast a while ago. While I thought it was a broken collarbone, it just turned out to be a deeply bruised muscle. After a week or two, the bruise finally appeared, just suddenly blooming all over my chest and shoulder area. It was a mustardy yellow sort of color - and the fact that it just appeared one day was quite fascinating.

My shoulder was very painful for quite a while, and nearly useful. Extension in particular was difficult - I've missed out on necessary swim practices and Aikido since then, as a result. Yesterday, I got back in the pool for the first time since "the incident" - and I have both good and bad news.

The good news is that the Sealmask goggles that I got work splendidly! They didn't leak a drop, were quite comfortable, and afford a very wide field of vision. They might look a little dorky, but they work swimmingly (so to speak.) The bad news: the shoulder still hurts. After about 30 laps I stopped, because the twinge had turned into an ache, and I didn't want to push to hard, too fast.

I've got my first official triathlon next weekend. The start is a 1600m swim across the Delaware River... and right now, I can only managed about 800m. To make matters worse, when I got out of the pool, my shoulder hurt considerably worse than it has in a week, and hasn't let up since yesterday. I'm hoping this is because it's just working out the last of the contusion now that it's been exercised, and it will be alright in time for my race next week.

Never the less - I'm going to do this. I'm going to finish that race! It's kind of a cool race "Escape From Ft. Delaware" - it starts at a Civil War fort, and will be started by the firing of a cannon, amidst a rifle-arch by re-enactors. Then we swim across the Delaware River, hop on our bikes, and then finally run the last leg. Apparently the after-party is quite a hoot, too. I'll probably go down the night before and stay with my good friend Scott, whom I only see sporadically anymore.

Maybe if I wipe out, he can fish me out of the river. Nah-- that's not going to happen!
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