{"id":1677,"date":"2014-08-16T22:21:28","date_gmt":"2014-08-16T22:21:28","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thunderofwade.com\/blog\/?p=1677"},"modified":"2014-08-16T22:21:28","modified_gmt":"2014-08-16T22:21:28","slug":"crowd-weight-lake","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thunderofwade.com\/blog\/2014\/08\/16\/crowd-weight-lake\/","title":{"rendered":"crowd, weight, lake"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Last week, I went to a festival in downtown Akron. It was after work and a section of street was closed off on either end for shops and artwork. I met up with several people I knew and had some fun conversations. Had a bite to eat at a downtown deli, gave my opinion to a business-man who wanted to open a gourmet hotdog stand, bought some art (a decorative box), and saw someone on stilts. And in and among all that &#8211; I realized that I don&#8217;t like crowds.<\/p>\n<p>Too much noise, too much distraction. There were several times when the press of people made me want to run &#8211; but, of course, that was impossible by the very nature of the problem.<\/p>\n<p>I did okay and didn&#8217;t freak-out, but I&#8217;m once again glad that when I get home it&#8217;s just me and the cat. A little peace and quiet is kinda awesome.<\/p>\n<p>&#8211; &#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8211;<\/p>\n<p>For lunch today, I took the Ladies from New York out to eat. Well, the Younger, anyway. The Elder was not up to lunch &#8211; though she was excited to be headed to the casino later that day. They both commented on how they nearly didn&#8217;t recognize me since I had gained so much weight since I last saw them. I thought perhaps they had noted that I&#8217;m sturdier because I&#8217;ve been exercising &#8211; but, no, they told me that it was just because I was getting older.<\/p>\n<p>Ummmm&#8230; thanks? I guess I could have been a little cranky, but I know for certain that they didn&#8217;t mean anything negative by it. It was as straight-forward as they could have been.<\/p>\n<p>Now, I&#8217;m a little softer around the middle than I would like, but I&#8217;m by no means heavy. So, I&#8217;m not going to let it get to me.<\/p>\n<p>Lunch was nice &#8211; I had a sensible chicken sandwich and the Younger had a half rack of ribs.<\/p>\n<p>Shrug.<br \/>\n&#8211; &#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8211;<\/p>\n<p>After lunch, I went home and got changed into my swim gear and went to the lake. There&#8217;s a small public beach at the park and I dropped off my bag on the sand and hit the water.<\/p>\n<p>And it hit me right back. Coooooold. Worse than the pool, but of course not as cold as the Polar Bear Jump. I swam for a while, avoided the only other serious swimmer (in a wetsuit, no less), and took a short break to drink some clean water. I swam a bit longer and realized I was bored. So, I gathered up my gear and headed for home. I&#8217;m glad I went &#8211; apparently, I need the exercise &#8211; but I just wasn&#8217;t feeling it. I think it was that I didn&#8217;t really have much of a goal &#8211; just sort of swimming around. If there had been lane markers or some kind of final point to swim to, I think I would have done better. But, without a specific goal, I&#8217;m out of my element. I should have just kept an eye out for boats and swum across the lake.<\/p>\n<p>And I could do it, too.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Last week, I went to a festival in downtown Akron. It was after work and a section of street was closed off on either end for shops and artwork. I met up with several people I knew and had some fun conversations. 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