So, I have been spending my days on vacation along the South Carolina and Georgia coast. The humidity has given me an opportunity to train under sauna-like conditions. And although it is taxing on this old body, I can tell that I'm adapting to the conditions. Today is a case in point as I went out for a nearly 10-mile run. While I kept the pace slow for the high humidity, it was less stressful on my heart over a longer period of time. It didn't stop me from sweating because by the time I was at Mile 5, the sweat was dripping off my shorts. By Mile 7, the shoes were getting a bit squishy. But I have gotten in 30 miles over the past week.
It has seemed that the bike/pedestrian paths I've been running have been relatively empty. Usually I have had to do much more dodging of bicycles than I had so far. Places where the parking lots have been full in recent years have been much less full. Getting into restaurants have been easier. Even grocery shopping has been easier. It actually reminds me of the way things were during and immediately after the Great Recession. It's been unexpected.
Today was the first busy day on the paths and there were times where I slowed to a walk just to allow the lines of bicyclists to safely pass by. Typically, running early in the morning will get me through before the bicycle crowd hits the greenway paths.
One of the things I notice (and have always noticed and enjoyed) is that I often get a smile and, more often than not, a greeting by the women (young and old) riding toward me as I'm running along the path. Guys, not so much, if they even acknowledge my presence. I'm certain that part of that is the fact that I'm willing to make eye contact and smile as they approach. If I'm not running behind my glacier glasses (never know when a chunk of ice might appear on the path), then they can see my eyes. The other part probably has to do with my running shorts. They ARE running shorts with high split sides and most have a relatively short inseam of 2 or 3 inches (I do have some that have a 5 inch inseam, not high split, that have other features like pockets). Not excessively short or tight, they are more akin to sprinter's shorts. None of those below the knee style shorts for me. Never run in them and I'm not starting now. I love for my legs to be free and clear. So, there is a lot of these long legs to see as I'm running along. I do occasionally get whistles and catcalls by guys and I'll pull up the front flap of the runner short material and "flash" the rest of my thigh. And compared to some of the running shorts I see some of the fitter female runners in, mine are conservative.
The other thing that I enjoy as I'm running along is observing the way some of these women "bounce" as they are riding along in their swimsuits or their scoop neck tops. Leaning over the handle bars slightly gives an emphasis to the torsional bounce and gravitational pull as these women ride down the path.
Beyond running, I brought my enema gear but hadn't had an opportunity to set it up and use it. I've stayed well hydrated despite the high temperatures, humidity and no enemas. Last year, I had more of my equipment out and using it. For this first time, I took out one of my enema bags and a couple of my nozzles. I don't have all the stuff I use to measure my liquid intake so I had to estimate how much volume and baking soda I was adding. I could use a small measuring cup but ultimately resorted to just filling this large bag under the faucet. It was mostly like filling a rubber bladder. I selected my latex rubber DBC to start (it is on its last inflations) filling and holding. I went to my Model B for the final rinse.
But I did get multiple fills off my 5-liter bag and took nearly three full bags before calling it a night (early morning). The first two bags were baking soda enemas. I took the first one in the knee chest position and the high bag position filled me very quickly. The bag wasn't completely full (it holds 5.4 liters when filled to the top and I'm guessing that it was holding about 5.0 liters), but I was quite surprised when the bag emptied into me on the first fill. But my colon was quite filled though not uncomfortably so. The DBC did its job of holding the volume in. After holding the volume for a few minutes, I felt it was time to set myself up on the toilet.
The toilet in this condo that I use to expel is fairly tall and mounted on the wall as a "tankless" model with a deep bowl. I like to sit directly on the porcelain and allow the enema to flow out quite easily. However, when I turned myself upright and stood up, the weight of the water within me put a lot of pressure on the inner balloon to stay in position. It did stay, just barely. Once settled in, as the balloon deflated it was forced out with a long, constant high velocity stream of liquid and softened solids. I emptied out pretty quickly for the amount of liquid I started out with. I filled the bag once again with a baking soda solution. Again the volume is approximate, but the liquid level was pretty high up in the bag.This time I reinserted the DBC nozzle in me and inflated it and then sat down on the toilet while I allowed the contents of the bag to flow into me. I could watch the bag empty as my colon was filled. The check valve in-line makes sure the flow was only in one direction and eventually there was the familiar gurgle of the water draining from the bottom of the bag. I don't know how long I held the second enema as I was more distracted by the erection and warm feelings around my prostate. Once again, I allowed the enema to drain out.
I used my Model B to take my third enema. Nicely filling deep in my rectum, I took another full bag. This nozzle allowed me to rock back and forth to bring me to a wonderful orgasm. I held the enema well past the subsiding glow and then gradually allowed the liquid to flow out, ready to sleep a deep and peaceful sleep.