Somehow this morning, I rowed two full laps (about 1200 meters more than usual,
washed my boat, removed the lights and riggers to get it ready to travel to our
race this weekend, showered at the gym as usual, and still got to work 15 minutes
earlier than I normally do. I don't understand it.
I took the
opportunity to row a bit farther than usual because today is the only day this
week, in fact these two weeks and probably part of next week also, when I'm not
teaching or anchoring a class and don't have to be here well before 8:00. I've
been enjoying it. Maybe I'll sneak out early or get a chair massage this afternoon
or something.
The race this weekend should be pretty cal, too. We're
not leaving until Saturday morning because Hardcore and the She-Hulk are riding
with us, so we won't get to sleep in Saturday, but can nap or sightsee in LA.
We've seen the Queen Mary, Universal Studios, and Venice Beach. Where's another
good place to spend a couple of afternoon hours? The La Brea tar pits,
maybe?
Then the race is Sunday, which means I'll probably be elected
to drive home since I'm the only one who's in just one race. Five hundred miles of
trying to keep the Orange Crush (Rudder's Hummer H2) in just one lane at a time.
Oh, joy.