Likely a rest day for me today as yesterday was a tiring day.  Went with my older son to finish our checkout dives for scuba certification, then ran a 5k with my younger son to see him move his PR from 27:25 to 25:14, placing 3rd in the 15-19 age group (as a 15-year-old).  A summer of running and growing did wonders.  I'm sure he'll beat my 23:59 PR soon enough (then maybe he'll pace me to a new PR)

YO!  Got up early and ran for an hour...8 miles.  I wanted to run a couple more miles but had to get home due to teh PM.  I have a second run on the schedule later today.

 

You're a certified diver and all we get is a blurb? Come on man, we need details! Were you nervous, did visibility suck, did you kill it, are you headed to Turks and Caicos for your first dive trip??

Visibility was less than 10' at the quarry due in large part to the high level of runoff from Ida.  That said, we did see several bass in the 12" - 14" size range, as well as some smaller fish, and got to explore a sunken fire truck.  I was certainly nervous - in part for myself and in part for my son, who's autistic.  I wasn't originally going to take the class myself, but it became clear my son would have a much better chance of succeeding if I were there to help translate between him and the instructor - not literally translating English, but rather behaviors, responses, & expectations.  The instructor was great at getting to learn what did and did not work with my son and I am very glad to have taken the class now as it was a very cool experience.  We don't have any dive trips planned in the near future as my son is focused on his classes now (he has organic chemistry this semester).  That said, I'd love to get back out to the quarry again, but I need to find a dive buddy - I think the dive shop has some programs for that.

 

Visibility was less than 10' at the quarry due in large part to the high level of runoff from Ida.  That said, we did see several bass in the 12" - 14" size range, as well as some smaller fish, and got to explore a sunken fire truck.  I was certainly nervous - in part for myself and in part for my son, who's autistic.  I wasn't originally going to take the class myself, but it became clear my son would have a much better chance of succeeding if I were there to help translate between him and the instructor - not literally translating English, but rather behaviors, responses, & expectations.  The instructor was great at getting to learn what did and did not work with my son and I am very glad to have taken the class now as it was a very cool experience.  We don't have any dive trips planned in the near future as my son is focused on his classes now (he has organic chemistry this semester).  That said, I'd love to get back out to the quarry again, but I need to find a dive buddy - I think the dive shop has some programs for that.

Awesome! For me, dreaming of diving versus actually doing it took an adjustment. My first two times in the ocean doing discovery dives were incredibly anxiety-ridden which was something I had not expected. Ironically, I was thinking of that during my run this morning and I still haven't been able to come up with the words to properly describe what that was like. Anyway, congratulations to the both of you!

I've been told time and again that being solo is never a problem with diving and in fact they plan for it and schedule around it. 👍

 

 

Next year, Oregon is at the top of the list.

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Sounds like a great weekend, and that’s one hell of a list!

I ran 7 miles with 10 strides. Day 1 of 12-week marathon plan! AKA, same as every other Monday for the last few months.

 

This was our 15th football weekend. Following is a list we complied as we are getting old and forgetting where we went each year!

 

This is super impressive! I actually watched the Texas A/M - Colorado game, the last 5 minutes or so were thrilling. Not for the home team of course.

 

I remember panicking the first time I went snorkeling. Not sure I could handle diving.

I can relate to that.  It was very hard for me to get used to being underwater and not holding my breath.  The urge to bolt for the surface is strong.