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1. The more lift, the more drag.
2. But lift is still a lot better than no lift.
2. But lift is still a lot better than no lift.
February 13th, 2006
Tried flippers on Friday. I bet the lifeguard was in pain from holding in his laughter.
It is very easy to get my legs tangled when turning around at the end of a lap if I'm wearing four-foot-long blades sticking off the end of my feet. What? They're not four feet long? Man, once I get in the pool they're at least that big. I think they're even longer when I'm walking on the tile beside the pool.
I sure do move faster with those things on. Wow. I definitely can't do the scissor-kick; I have to flutter-kick. I grabbed a board to practice that for a lap.
After a few laps my feet were in screaming cramping blinding agony. They felt like they'd seized and were now rock-solid curled claws. I suspect a) I have no musculature in my feet any more, b) it's hard to get those things to move properly if they're even a tiny bit loose, c) there's a lot of resistance to fight when turning around. If I am to use these I will have to start very gradually: start with half a lap and work my way up...
So I pulled them off, tried another couple of laps, and quit. I think the only thing that got a workout Friday morning was the nonexistent muscles in my feet.
(Yeah, they ached afterward (the messed-up part did). So flippers won't save me from that.)
Ah well. Progress: I'm still going and I'm still learning what NOT to do!
It is very easy to get my legs tangled when turning around at the end of a lap if I'm wearing four-foot-long blades sticking off the end of my feet. What? They're not four feet long? Man, once I get in the pool they're at least that big. I think they're even longer when I'm walking on the tile beside the pool.
I sure do move faster with those things on. Wow. I definitely can't do the scissor-kick; I have to flutter-kick. I grabbed a board to practice that for a lap.
After a few laps my feet were in screaming cramping blinding agony. They felt like they'd seized and were now rock-solid curled claws. I suspect a) I have no musculature in my feet any more, b) it's hard to get those things to move properly if they're even a tiny bit loose, c) there's a lot of resistance to fight when turning around. If I am to use these I will have to start very gradually: start with half a lap and work my way up...
So I pulled them off, tried another couple of laps, and quit. I think the only thing that got a workout Friday morning was the nonexistent muscles in my feet.
(Yeah, they ached afterward (the messed-up part did). So flippers won't save me from that.)
Ah well. Progress: I'm still going and I'm still learning what NOT to do!
Fortunately Rob keeps his journal up to date so I can crib from him. Friday evening Rob flew us down to LA, and over the weekend we called a sparsely-attended dance. (Me, I did not do taxes today as Rob's second entry notes he did. In between all this goofing off on LJ, I'm trying to justify my paycheck. :-) )
This weekend I have two flight lessons scheduled. The weekend after that I have two flight lessons scheduled. See, I had been giving myself a major guilt trip for not flying since Christmas, so I went and made sure this stuff was on the calendar. It didn't work; I'm still on the guilt trip. And then somewhere in my brain a recording is saying over and over that I will never get back to the level of skill I once had. This same voice insinuates that I never did fly very well in the first place. Anyone have a super-pill for shutting up the voices inside one's head? Gosh darnit, I'm nothing if not stubborn. I'm going to try to regain that old skill and better. But wow, it's a heck of a fight.
This weekend I have two flight lessons scheduled. The weekend after that I have two flight lessons scheduled. See, I had been giving myself a major guilt trip for not flying since Christmas, so I went and made sure this stuff was on the calendar. It didn't work; I'm still on the guilt trip. And then somewhere in my brain a recording is saying over and over that I will never get back to the level of skill I once had. This same voice insinuates that I never did fly very well in the first place. Anyone have a super-pill for shutting up the voices inside one's head? Gosh darnit, I'm nothing if not stubborn. I'm going to try to regain that old skill and better. But wow, it's a heck of a fight.
Yes indeed. A beautiful full-page magazine ad. It was in one of those... one of... um...
I'm sure all you pilots are familiar with this type of magazine. When you pull in at an FBO serving small jets, you know the kind of magazine that sits on the table in the lobby? The type of thing that could give us little piston drivers a harrowing few minutes of severe inferiority complex, until we shake our heads and wise up? The kind where one of the ads reads, I kid you not, "What to give someone who already has the Hope diamond"?
In this case it was Elite Traveler.
The space tourism ad, in the current issue, says something like: "We brought Gregory Olsen to the ISS. Now it's your turn." It gives an e-mail address. I think it was for someone in the Personal Spaceflight Federation. Goodness knows I didn't memorize it. Now I almost wish I'd snagged a copy of the magazine so I could keep that page.
I had no idea it would be worthwhile to do ads for such a thing. I half suspect the magazine put it in just to contribute to their ultra-moneyed image.
I'm sure all you pilots are familiar with this type of magazine. When you pull in at an FBO serving small jets, you know the kind of magazine that sits on the table in the lobby? The type of thing that could give us little piston drivers a harrowing few minutes of severe inferiority complex, until we shake our heads and wise up? The kind where one of the ads reads, I kid you not, "What to give someone who already has the Hope diamond"?
In this case it was Elite Traveler.
The space tourism ad, in the current issue, says something like: "We brought Gregory Olsen to the ISS. Now it's your turn." It gives an e-mail address. I think it was for someone in the Personal Spaceflight Federation. Goodness knows I didn't memorize it. Now I almost wish I'd snagged a copy of the magazine so I could keep that page.
I had no idea it would be worthwhile to do ads for such a thing. I half suspect the magazine put it in just to contribute to their ultra-moneyed image.