I declared to my wife that I had officially opened it today in Los Angeles, but the truth is it never really ended in Southern California and I also have no leg to stand on since this was my first time back in the ocean, probably since the La Jolla Roughwater last September.
That said, pool closures this morning prompted me to do what I had been talking about doing all month long: get an early start on the open water season and see how acclimated I could get to the cold.
Note 1: The water does get cold here in in the winter in Southern California. I have the utmost respect for the La Jolla swimmers who do it all year round. Then there is the crew in Santa Cruz and those in San Francisco who I think are simply super human.
Note 2: Thanksgiving weekend, 2006, I tried a swim in La Jolla and got seriously cold - two hours to warm up cold. The water temp that day (it's posted at the lifeguard tower for those generally familiar) was around 56 degrees.
Note 3: I hadn't worn a cap that day. I do recall swimming with my mom as a kid in cold water in northern latitudes, and figured I had a natural ability to stay warm. Maybe not so much. Regardless, I like cold water (and I generally don't think we really need wet suits down here - not really).
At any rate, anyone will tell you that the main thing to do in cold water is to keep your head warm. See note 3 above. To that end, today's swim was something of a vindication with the water temperature coming in at a steamy 57 degrees. Today's plan was (a) to get in a good swim early in spite of pool closures, and (b) test my new head warmer, that's right - a bubble cap under my swim cap.
I know I could have been a little more high tech and gotten a "barracuda", but I think the chin strap looks silly and the name is silly regardless. Barracuda, an ugly oily fish, you can keep it. Who thought that name has anything to do with cold water swimming? Sheer corporate branding pablum - leave me out of it. And the price of a bubble cap is right at $8.99. SO what if its a woman's cap, it's time tested by the best.
Note 4: apparently the barracuda "hot head" can't be used on the English Channel swim. Nuff said.
At any rate, today was a beautiful morning to start the swim season. I got to MB late, around 8:30, and the tower North of the pier was surrounded by swim bags, I think, from the LA Tri Club. The tower south of the pier, where (again) I think the UCLA Masters put their gear, was empty. So I got the singular pleasure of setting my bag down amongst the tri guys and headed down the beach, sans wetsuit.
The water is definitely cold. I could feel a stress in my chest and a familiar chill along my sides as I got in. But, as others have noted, it's a matter of acclimating, which happens surprisingly fast. I'd say after a couple of short minutes in the water, I was planty warm. The bubble cap works. Hooray for the crepe bubble cap (I love a good simple deal - and Speedo, if you are listening, make a men's style as cold water/open water swimming needs more alternatives).
I'd started an easy distance as I was not sure what I could do. At first I walked about 15 minutes south and swam back up around the MB pier in about 15 more minutes. So I got out, walked past the lingering tri-swimmers (& sensing their shame) and wended my way back down the beach about 1/3 of the way to the HB pier and swam back again. And I caught a good wave into the beach to boot.
Yes, summer and open water swim season is here.
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Sunday, March 9, 2008
Short Book Review
It was not that it was short so much that it seemed odd that, upon finishing it, one was surprised it was not contained in a taller book.
Shirley Povich "All Those Mornings at the Post". From his final column, a trace of what seems like, today, innocence.
"McGuire weighs 245 pounds, stands 6 foot 5, and bulked up by strength coaches and Nautilus weightlifts, plus the new diet of "nutrition shakes" popular in the clubhouses, may well hit the ball farther than the 215-pound Ruth, although there are stubborn non-believers."
Bulked up by "nutrition shakes". Damn. Or did Shirley think something else was going on? Was he a stubborn non-believer? Maybe he just thought Ruth the better man, one for whom whiskey with a beer chaser and a cigar with John Sullivan was all the nutrition needed.
Its a shame. We don't need another Bonds or McGuire. We need another Sullivan or Ruth. At best we have Bill James. In other words we don't have great players, so much as great managers and analysts. Which is better than nothing.
Politically, we may be at a crossing point. But I can't think that any of the candidates are particularly well suited to the current crisis or the ones that will follow.
Maybe part of the problem is the focus. We want a John Sullivan who will bash all comers into submission. Problem is, even the great Sullivan couldn't last forever. People generally aren't cooperative with grand schemes, especially when they don't make sense (at least to one side or the other). We need a Sullivan with substance and style and also a little backbone. I don't see it yet in any of the current crop.
One thing's for sure, when things really begin to break, the solutions will begin to suggest themselves and at that point, we'll come to a consensus, or not.
Shirley Povich "All Those Mornings at the Post". From his final column, a trace of what seems like, today, innocence.
"McGuire weighs 245 pounds, stands 6 foot 5, and bulked up by strength coaches and Nautilus weightlifts, plus the new diet of "nutrition shakes" popular in the clubhouses, may well hit the ball farther than the 215-pound Ruth, although there are stubborn non-believers."
Bulked up by "nutrition shakes". Damn. Or did Shirley think something else was going on? Was he a stubborn non-believer? Maybe he just thought Ruth the better man, one for whom whiskey with a beer chaser and a cigar with John Sullivan was all the nutrition needed.
Its a shame. We don't need another Bonds or McGuire. We need another Sullivan or Ruth. At best we have Bill James. In other words we don't have great players, so much as great managers and analysts. Which is better than nothing.
Politically, we may be at a crossing point. But I can't think that any of the candidates are particularly well suited to the current crisis or the ones that will follow.
Maybe part of the problem is the focus. We want a John Sullivan who will bash all comers into submission. Problem is, even the great Sullivan couldn't last forever. People generally aren't cooperative with grand schemes, especially when they don't make sense (at least to one side or the other). We need a Sullivan with substance and style and also a little backbone. I don't see it yet in any of the current crop.
One thing's for sure, when things really begin to break, the solutions will begin to suggest themselves and at that point, we'll come to a consensus, or not.
Saturday, October 13, 2007
Raining
It's raining tonight. It's a hard rain, the kind that scrubs the grime off this city and makes the blacktop sparkle with the glare of the streetlights. It reminds me of the nighttime view of the south basin off Mulholland drive. Driving in the city now makes me wonder what the world must look like from the inside of a diamond. When it's like this I think how, dare I say it, lovely this town truly is.
Kinda makes up for the Dodgers. Too bad it means I can't go surfing tomorrow.
Kinda makes up for the Dodgers. Too bad it means I can't go surfing tomorrow.
Saturday, September 22, 2007
Walls Came Down
Well, maybe not exactly tumbling. But we were hit by a good downpour last night. Thunder and lightening and a river flowing down the street taking the built-up grime of the past few months with it. The town has been thirsty this summer and I've come to understand why even a little rain can seem so unusual and special. It's something to celebrate. And LA loves the change. We put away our day clothes, get into something warmer, and hunker down in front of the TV (something I rarely do, even in this hollywood obsessed town).
That sets the tone for this holiday, although we (the Mrs. and I) are not observing it this year. Reflecting on last night, I think we failed to observe any of the prohibitions. But it is good to relax after a week of hard work. Though not atoning, I am reflecting. We (a very broad "we") have a lot to reflect on. (There are many places to go for words to fill in the gap I left in that thought. Here is one of the best here: for instance, and here for an even less subtle view by the same. From the "we could probably have done better with ... department we have this.
I'll have to figure out how to embed the links. Later (and I think I did)
Anyway, I tip my hat to those very sharp commentors. I don't really have much to add to the whole messy discussion that they, my betters and teachers, haven't said more clearly before. At least not this morning.
Although it seems to me that part of the problem is a lack of perspective and sense of proportion. My own sense is we have it largely wrong or that we at least could be doing things a lot better. Maybe we could have changed course early on if we hadn't put such an obviously wrongheaded person (and his choices) in place. But haven't we just gotten the leadership we deserve? Anyway, my thoughts now are more to how to avoid letting the momentum carry me and mine away.
Maybe it is time to invest in distressed debt. Or maybe claims to the assets secured by it. Hedging sounds like a good idea now. To bad about all that debt and no assets thing. And no, I didn't lose it all betting on a rise in home equity. I lost it all to edumacating myself.
The sun is coming out. Our Fair City mostly gets the better of other places in that regard. I'll take it as a sign that its time to get on with the day. One thing not often said about this place: if sunshine is a good omen - this is a good spot to stake a claim.
That sets the tone for this holiday, although we (the Mrs. and I) are not observing it this year. Reflecting on last night, I think we failed to observe any of the prohibitions. But it is good to relax after a week of hard work. Though not atoning, I am reflecting. We (a very broad "we") have a lot to reflect on. (There are many places to go for words to fill in the gap I left in that thought. Here is one of the best here: for instance, and here for an even less subtle view by the same. From the "we could probably have done better with ... department we have this.
I'll have to figure out how to embed the links. Later (and I think I did)
Anyway, I tip my hat to those very sharp commentors. I don't really have much to add to the whole messy discussion that they, my betters and teachers, haven't said more clearly before. At least not this morning.
Although it seems to me that part of the problem is a lack of perspective and sense of proportion. My own sense is we have it largely wrong or that we at least could be doing things a lot better. Maybe we could have changed course early on if we hadn't put such an obviously wrongheaded person (and his choices) in place. But haven't we just gotten the leadership we deserve? Anyway, my thoughts now are more to how to avoid letting the momentum carry me and mine away.
Maybe it is time to invest in distressed debt. Or maybe claims to the assets secured by it. Hedging sounds like a good idea now. To bad about all that debt and no assets thing. And no, I didn't lose it all betting on a rise in home equity. I lost it all to edumacating myself.
The sun is coming out. Our Fair City mostly gets the better of other places in that regard. I'll take it as a sign that its time to get on with the day. One thing not often said about this place: if sunshine is a good omen - this is a good spot to stake a claim.
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
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