when you
come right down to it, a bicycle is a kind of
wheelchair, and my torn calf felt ok enough
today to risk giving one-legged pedaling a try.
but it turned out i could use my bum leg, too,
so i gingerly cranked out to the point and
started my hydrotherapy
regimen with cautious waist deep tottering. it
felt great! the cold immersion was bracing and
the salt water took some of the weight off. then
i eased into a little gentle kick swimming.
unseasonably warm and dead calm, the surface
temp was bearable but i still got a touch
chilled as i waded in circles catching up with
the neighbors, both those ashore and ones
paddling by in kayaks. seeing me shiver, james
and his buddy invited me to bask by their slash
pile fire--so hot my skin couldn't tell where
the flames ended and sun began.
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