Day 15
Magnetic sheets held me fast. I wanted to wake up and workout and other things. It all felt like too much. The gravitational pull of what I choose to call laziness. The inevitable awakening occurred. We set our sights on the island pocked Gulf of Thailand. Our sleek steed awaited. We climbed into the two holes on its back. One in front of the other. Stretched our legs into the hard, rubbery body cavity. Picked up the long arms, with their double-sided, water-displacing ends to carve figure eights in the air and surf.
The plan was to paddle to the three lumps on the horizon. Islands which Matt had told us were previously visited by three Swedes. In the double kayak. On Christmas Eve. So we knew it could be done. So much so that we didn’t pack anything for lunch. With success guaranteed*, I self-sabotage. Intent on increasing the level of discomfort, thus excitement. On that note, we shoved off into the surf.
Every stroke presented an opportunity for evaluation and improvement. The elbow angles effects on pectoral strain. Full body use. Muscle isolation avoidance. Self-evaluation as meditation. The gratification of successfully improved efficiency. Well, that’s what was in my brain. Also, the never-ending volley of inner though tennis. Of course, we obviously didn’t plan for this excursion. No lunch, no water. It wasn’t the smartest thing but it didn’t need to be. With the confidence in each other paired with a massive lack in danger, if something actually did go wrong it wouldn’t be fixed by having a lunch on hand. Sweating in the sun called for snorkeling. The water was clear enough to make snorkeling simply a way of zooming in on what we could already see perfectly clearly from the kayak. Like putting on a much needed pair of glasses. We normalized the snorkeling experience and decided it was time to move on.
“Moving on,” involved us circumnavigating those three islands. Liz mistakenly expressed a slight fear of sharks in large bodies of salty water. I’m incapable of letting knowledge like that slide into disuse and encourage its slide into misuse. It was a hot and sunny day. Liz jumped into the water to cool off. I figured this would be a good time to test that fear. A quick succession of paddle strokes bore me farther and farther from her. And her from the relative safety of the kayak. Although, a full size great white shark would cleave through the hull in short order. We all know that the relation of isolation, in large salty bodies of water, to the number of nearby blood-thirsty sharks is positively-correlated. She tired out from the initial panic. She yelled unrepeatable things at me. She laughed. Her fear of sharks being closely related to the life or death fear reserved for those last couple steps up to the basement door after turning out the light. But if you stand on the steps in the dark, and listen to your beating heart, you can hear the fact that there are not unimaginable monsters lurking. Unless there are, and in that case, you didn’t stand a chance either way.