First, go read today's previous entry, which contains
href="http://dichroic.diaryland.com/salveliber.html">good news. (Not for me,
specifically, but for all of us.)
I think I'm being punished for not
going to the gym yesterday. It was too windy to row today, at least in a single. I
got to the lake and RUdder had already left -- we drive separately because of
going off to work afterward and he always gets out of the house earlier, not
having to deal with contact lenses, sports bras, or a crotchety gut. So I went
back home to find find him back in bed. I did think of erging (I swear!) but,
well, it wouldn't have been very nice to wake him, would it? Not that he was
asleep, as it turned out. (I confess, "punished" is not exactly the correct word
here. We're not really into that stuff anyhow.)
After writing
href="http://dichroic.diaryland.com/getnorspct.html">yesterday's entry, I
concluded that the best way to get myself perceived as a rowing goddess -- by
other rowers -- would sinply be to win a major regatta. Like, say, the one in less
than two weeks. The only flaw with that plan is that I can't figure out how to get
much faster without trading in both my body and my job, for a bigger and a smaller
one, respectively. Failing that, maybe I should just spend the rest of this week
practicing self-hypnosis. ("I am smooth and strong and fast......")