Finding myself between marathons and not training I have climbed down from the wagon. After work yesterday I stunned my colleagues by attending leaving drinks for Rebbecca, an outgoing help desk bod from our Melbourne office. She is off to JP Morgan. They were stunned not only by my consumption of beer, but also by my going to the Bavarian Beer Cafe after work, a social event. I don't really do "social" and consider myself "differently social" rather than out-and-out anti-social. Anyway, I had three half litres of german beer, a Spaten, paulaner and Fransic-something-I-cannot-remember-the-name-of. On top of a couple of bottles of Aussie beer in the office I ended the evening smewhat merry and doubting I would be in much of a state to go for a freedive this morning. I had a good night.
Fast forward to this morning. I'd had some water before bed, more when I woke a couple of times during the night and I did feel a little dusty when I crept out of bed. Saturday is dog swim day, so we headed to Clive Park and by the time I was there I was feeling pretty good. Certainly good enough to go snorkelling after dropping the boys back home. So there you go, enough beer to flatten a lightweight like me, but as it was a good drop it did not slay me.
JCJ left a phone message that I listened to at around 10:30, maybe fifteen minutes after he had left it. I called back as he and Tony were arriving at Fairy Bower for a scuba dive. Right, I said, I'm leaving now and I reckon I'll be in the water before you! Piss-taking though I was, I did manage to catch up with the them a mere fifteen minutes after they had entered the water. It would have taken me a few minutes to spot their bubbles and then dive down on them and check JCJ's bottom timer...so I reckon I was in the water only ten minutes after they were.
Anyway, the water was relatively warm for this time of year but a little green. I was not too phased and spent a reasonable amount of time watching them, dropping down and swimming with them before my lungs started telling me it was time for another breath. I also tried to remove one of JCJ's fins, purged the reg under his chin so he had a face full of bubbles and generally goofed about. For his part he gave me the finger and, obviously, played his trump card by grabbing one of my fins as I made my way back to the surface. Hmmm. I should have thought about that one.
It was a relatively short dip, maybe an hour. I wanted to have a chat and coffee with JCJ and Tony so I had to be on scuba time. I figured I would gear-down more quickly than them, so as they climbed out I had anothe few minutes in which I headed back out to see if I could find any sharks. Nope, I think they've gone for the winter. It was still a nice dive, plenty of fish and I did see one small Port Jackson Shark...ad that was nice.
We had our coffees ocean-side and watched the world (well, women in little-clothing) go by. And all was well with the world.
Let me guess; you probably don't want to read about me cutting lawns and shopping...fair enough.
Enough German beer, or rather too much, would of course have stopped me from doing anything.
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