It is over a month since the last Sunday paddle. Even with my training logs, I’m not sure what happened to all those Sundays. There were two injury Sundays, and, because I couldn’t paddle anyway, I got Doug to fix my kayak which was another Sunday or two where the kayak was out of commission. I do remember some shit weather and thinking I could put a paddle on but no-one would come anyway, but, finally, good weather on a Sunday although the frost on our car was thick in the morning.
By the time we got to Kioloa, however, the sun was warm enough, especially with no wind. There was a 10 to 15 knot southerly forecast so normally we would paddle south and come back north but we paddle south more than north and there were only three of us, all able to paddle into those conditions so we went north instead. It was a 20 kilometre day (21 actually). That, of course, is my winter standard. Enough to keep you reasonably paddle fit, but not so much that the trip becomes an endurance ordeal. As usual, we have a big summer paddle trip planned and there will be plenty of time spent in the boat in spring and early summer training for that. I do not need nor desire more over the winter.
If it’s just Doug and I we will leave from our home bay and bang out the 20 kilometres without stopping. That’s my preference. It takes less time and frees us up to do something else and we’ve always got something else to do. But R likes a lunch break, so we stopped on a beach for a while. It meant that, by the time we loaded and unloaded the kayaks, drove 45 minutes in each direction, spent 40 minutes on the beach, the day stretched out and there was not a lot of time left. But, life is full of compromise and I've always thought friends are a blessing who should be treated as such.
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