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Surf and Tuff
Sep. 1st, 2010 04:45 pmDuring the tail end of summer, I made it to the beach.
When you make a lot of noise about doing Crossfit, you give up the right to complain about carrying heavy things. The whole point of Crossfit is the ability to do every day things better: carry heavy loads over distance, repetitive actions, that sort of thing. Carrying a full 20 gallon cooler is still pretty damn heavy over distance, with the unsteady footing of a sandy path, but I endured. The phrase "I'm getting too old for this shit" might have passed through my brain once or twice.
Sixx of us traveled to a secluded beach in Westport. My past experiences with beaches in Mass. led me to expect large stretches of patchy rock, with a scattering of sand and garbage. The beaches were white sand and clean, and only sparsely populated with tanning bodies of all ages and sizes. We set up our camp and ran into the surf. I was the last one in the water, because eating was a functional imperative, and I didn't want a coating of sunscreen over my lunch. So there was feeding, and oiling up, and letting the lotion soak into my skin, and then.. the ocean.
We were buffeted by a strong surf. The riptide tugged at us incessently, but we continued to adjust our position so we weren't pulled too far. We hurled a nerf football back and forth the way semi-athletic people do, with lots of exhuberant dives into the cloudy warm water. We came ashore for more food, and I took a break to work through my fire spinning toys: staff, then rope dart, then torches. Then it was back to the ocean, tugged and hurled and slapped down by the waves. The sun slunk through the sky and the air cooled. We packed our belonging and walked back through "the scenic route" to our cars. Thick jungle vegetation crowded the narrow path, vines and stinging grasses on either side, your feet losing traction in the sand. The cooler seemed heavier on the way out, but that was the exhaustion of the day talking. We packed the cars and drove in search of food, passing one local restaurant for its lack of vegan options, to settle on another place in a mini-mall. I recognize the "gentleman's club" across the street, and realized that I came to a few tournaments here. The gaming store is long gone, replaced by a sushi restaurant.
For someone who doesn't get out much, I really enjoyed the little day trip. When the call comes for more adventurs in the fall, I may be a little quicker to respond, a little more prone to saying "yes."
When you make a lot of noise about doing Crossfit, you give up the right to complain about carrying heavy things. The whole point of Crossfit is the ability to do every day things better: carry heavy loads over distance, repetitive actions, that sort of thing. Carrying a full 20 gallon cooler is still pretty damn heavy over distance, with the unsteady footing of a sandy path, but I endured. The phrase "I'm getting too old for this shit" might have passed through my brain once or twice.
Sixx of us traveled to a secluded beach in Westport. My past experiences with beaches in Mass. led me to expect large stretches of patchy rock, with a scattering of sand and garbage. The beaches were white sand and clean, and only sparsely populated with tanning bodies of all ages and sizes. We set up our camp and ran into the surf. I was the last one in the water, because eating was a functional imperative, and I didn't want a coating of sunscreen over my lunch. So there was feeding, and oiling up, and letting the lotion soak into my skin, and then.. the ocean.
We were buffeted by a strong surf. The riptide tugged at us incessently, but we continued to adjust our position so we weren't pulled too far. We hurled a nerf football back and forth the way semi-athletic people do, with lots of exhuberant dives into the cloudy warm water. We came ashore for more food, and I took a break to work through my fire spinning toys: staff, then rope dart, then torches. Then it was back to the ocean, tugged and hurled and slapped down by the waves. The sun slunk through the sky and the air cooled. We packed our belonging and walked back through "the scenic route" to our cars. Thick jungle vegetation crowded the narrow path, vines and stinging grasses on either side, your feet losing traction in the sand. The cooler seemed heavier on the way out, but that was the exhaustion of the day talking. We packed the cars and drove in search of food, passing one local restaurant for its lack of vegan options, to settle on another place in a mini-mall. I recognize the "gentleman's club" across the street, and realized that I came to a few tournaments here. The gaming store is long gone, replaced by a sushi restaurant.
For someone who doesn't get out much, I really enjoyed the little day trip. When the call comes for more adventurs in the fall, I may be a little quicker to respond, a little more prone to saying "yes."
