Dominique Ansel, creator of the "Cronut" assembles my just desserts...
I woke up exactly at 6:59 a.m. Seconds before my alarm was set to go off. It's something I've done nearly every day for this entire year. It's almost like a game with the universe. I set an alarm for 7 a.m. to get up for swim practice. Every morning I wake up five, ten or even one minute before the alarm goes off and I turn it off; preemptively. Don't know why.
I dragged myself down the long hallway in our house to the kitchen and set water on the path to boiling. I rinse my coffee cup and the ceramic cone that holds a filter and the coffee grounds. I rinse the ceramic components in hot water to raise their temperature from the chilly 68° house temperature so the coffee I make in them doesn't get too cold too quickly. Then I grab the bag of coffee beans, measure out the same portion that I did yesterday, and a couple of hundred days before, and put the beans in my manual coffee grinder. And I grind them. Once complete the fresh coffee grounds are poured into the #4 filter. I try to time all of this to coincide with the water coming to a boil. It usually works out just fine.
I pull the water off the boil and let it sit for a minute or two before wetting the grounds, waiting and then slowly pouring more water over the grounds, going around in a circle pattern to keep the grounds from sticking to the sides of the filter as each measure of hot water recedes.
As the water and coffee meld together I stick a hearty slice of fresh bread into my toaster. It cooks while I tend to the coffee, then dropping the soggy, ground filled filter into the kitchen trash can and rinsing off the filter holder.
When the toast pops up, golden brown, I slather it with peanut butter and apricot jam (always apricot for some unknowable reason) and bring the toast and coffee to the dining room table. I savor the coffee and the toast while I check the news, the stocks, and the (mostly non-existent) blog comments on the laptop computer I keep on a shelf near the dining room. The computer is like a centerpiece on my breakfast table.
At 7:30 I rinse my coffee cup and put it on a shelf next to the sink. I use the same cup for a week and then I put it into our dishwasher and select another one for the upcoming week. If the cup gets too grungy during the week I toss in some dishwashing detergent and wash it by hand. Usually a rinse with hot water is all it needs... I use a new plate for toast every day so that plate goes into the dishwasher.
After I've used the toilet, washed my face, brushed my teeth and rolled up a towel to take with me I exit the house and make my way to my current favorite car. I play something by ColdPlay or Elvis Costello as I warm up the car. I've read that turbochargers like to be gently warmed up before one goes nuts and starts driving like a teenaged boy. A minute later I'm backing out of the long drive way and heading to the pool. A drive of three minutes on quiet holidays. Five to ten minutes on school days coinciding with rush hour.
The pool sits in the middle of a very desirable neighborhood. It is surrounded by a few acres of lush landscaping. A fence surrounds the facility separating it from an adjacent, public park. I head into the men's changing area and stuff my clothes into one of several dozen open-faced cubicles. I have been doing this for over 25 years. I leave my wallet, my car keys, and occasionally a Leica rangefinder in the cubicle and to my knowledge we've had nothing go missing at the club in all the years I've been going to swim workouts there. It's a private club. People have to sign in. There's a gate attendant. I guess that's a good deterrent. That, and the fact that there is no obvious signage related to the club. No indication that there's anything to conveniently pillage.
I change into an appropriate swim suit, grab my training fins, hand paddles, goggles and a weathered, discolored pull buoy and head to the pool deck. If I've timed my arrival correctly the folks from the seven o'clock workout are just finishing up and starting to exit the lanes. In cooler weather it's nice to stand on the deck for a few minutes to let your skin temperature drop. Then, when you hit the water it feels a bit warm. My training partners and I usually swim in lane five... it's a tradition.
Today's workout, the last of 2024, was grueling. The coach got carried away and wrote a workout that clocked in at 3,600 yards. One really has to keep moving to complete all the sets in a one hour time frame. Most of what we seem to do these days falls under the idea of HIIT, or High Intensity Interval Training. Mixed distances with lots of shorter distance, all out, sprinting. For example we might do a cruise-y set of three 200 yard swims, then some faster 50 yard swims and cap it off with a full sprint 100 yards before starting the next set. The idea is to swim the sprints hard enough to get to your maximal heart rate and to use the longer distances as cardio recovery.
The temperature in the water today was 81°. The temperature on the deck, with a nice breeze, was in the fifties. Perfectly clear, sunny skies above and small flocks of far away birds coasting by. My lane mates and I have swum together for so many years we hardly need to talk during the sets. We agree on an interval time and we fall into a circle swim pattern (up on the right side, flip turn, back on the right side...like driving) with just the right spacing between us. Five seconds between send offs...
When the workout is over and we've run out the clock we thank our coach for braving the chilly wind and then head to the changing rooms to savor a hot shower, and the usual chatter that seems to follow any activity that raises one's dopamine levels. Then it's home for second breakfast.
I plan on doing this six times a week, every week in 2025. Because...why would you not want to be in the best physical shape you can manage to achieve? Toss in a daily walk and some weight training and you'll feel at least 20 years younger than what's indicated on your drivers license. Exercise and teeth flossing; the two miracle procedures that seem to almost ensure longevity. Ah, the luxury of being a 69 year old adolescent. (Implied maturity level).
I don't have anything today that I think would require "New Year's Resolutions" for 2025. If I did find something lacking in my life I think I would have fixed it by now or sought out help for it. Most resolutions made at the end of one year or the beginning of the next seem to involve either the desire to lose weight or the (related) desire to exercise more. Or to eat healthier. Since I haven't gained or lost weight in at least a decade and I exercise with gusto nearly every day those resolutions have no relevance for me. I'm not a procrastinator so there's no requirement for improvement there. I guess I could resolve not to buy as many lenses this year but it's easy to write that once you own all the lenses you ever wanted...
So, that's how this year wraps up. I took some photographs over the last 12 months. Some you've seen here and many you'll only see in client advertising. We stayed in the black. Financially. Easier to do when the house is paid for and your kid is through with college and well launched. No loftier financial goals for next year.
I've enjoyed taking photographs this year. I like my remaining clients. I'm happy to have jettisoned the ones I was less satisfied with. And to have done so on my own initiative. I'm happy having fun cameras to play with. I'm happy with my home town. I guess that, and a happy family, are all one can really wish for.
On my wish list for 2025? Nothing I can control comes to mind. Hope 2025 is a quiet and happy year. For everyone.
Tomorrow we have a special, New Years Day workout at the pool. Instead of our usual 7 and 8 o'clock, one hour workouts, we're going to have a combined practice from 10 - 11:30 in the morning. Same coach as today so we can count on a lot of yards sandwiched in with a lot of speed work. What a treat!!!
Moving right along. Ciao! 2024.