Today has been perhaps the most frigid day in an utterly frigid week here in the Mid South. When I arrived at the riverfront this morning the temperature was 21 degrees Fahrenheit, on its way to a forecast high of about 25. I'm not liking it a bit, but I'm trying my best to face it with a grin. I can't change the weather and I might as well just immerse myself.
Happily, most of the ice had melted off the ramp down to the marina, so that was one life-threatening ordeal fewer than I faced on Tuesday. My rudder was predictably frozen, so I had to paddle circles around the marina until the just-above-freezing water of the harbor thawed it out. Finally, then, I could settle down to business.
After warming up and doing my three 8-stroke sprints, I did a loosely-structured workout I've done for years. After reaching the north end of the harbor, I spent the paddle back south picking out stretches between fixed objects, like barge moorings and bridge pilings, and paddling those stretches at sub-maximum intensity. The longest piece I did was maybe 30 seconds.
As for the rest of this week, the meteorologists are predicting more frozen precipitation tomorrow, followed by a Fahrenheit temperature above 60--60!--on Saturday. So goes an old saying here in our fine city: if you don't like the weather, just wait a while.
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