I can tell you that when I hauled myself off the mattress this morning I wasn't exactly skipping with enthusiasm. My lower back and mid-section were locked in muscular immobility. It was only after having taken six Tylenol arthritis pills that I was able to rise above the disabling rigidity. I sometimes worry that paralysis is my inevitability. Perhaps just moving about the kitchen to prepare my matutinal protein plate was sufficient. I also did a few toe-touches and presses off the edge of the counter.
It was around 1:30 pm I collected my bike from the garage. The high tide was at noon so, with a bit of planning, I envisioned that I might be able to cycle on the beach by something approaching three o'clock.
In spite of the prolonged duration of my bike ride it seemed effortless to regain the condominium on the beach. I had diverted myself on my return home by taking videos of the beach, birds and sea. Nonetheless I welcomed the approaching site of the Sunglow Pier as it stretched, luminescent into the Ocean.
I waded into the water. The tide was still receding so the shore water was low for quite some distance. Then the waves began overtaking me. The water was marvellous! The moment I dove underwater and tasted the salt on my lips I was in Heaven! I kept uttering groans of pleasure as I submerged myself in the Ocean. After a lifetime of doing what I had to do, here I was doing what I wanted to do. I could think of nothing to improve my situation.
Afterwards I sat in the hot tub then swam briefly in the pool. There was a narrow wedge of sunlight alongside the building so I drew up a chaise longue and lay prone for about twenty minutes. I am certain even that late in the day I got some sun because my skin felt tight.