I would like to award Alex Jay Berman, more generally referred to here as My
Brother the Writer, the award for
href="http://dichroic.signmyguestbook.com">Longest GBook Entry Ever. (Should
we declare a new holiday? :-)
Go read his entry, anyway; it's
educational.
And now you know three things: 1) Yes, logorrhea does
run in the family. 2) So does the historic trivia gene. 3) Why he's not referred
to as My Brother the Editor. Though, in all fairness, it's not entirely his fault,
since signmyguestbook doesn't allow paragraph breaks.
If I didn't
have so much history here, I'd seriously consider moving over to LiveJournal just
because I like their comment system much better. I do have a journal over there,
actually, but only to simplify keeping up with some friends and a couple of rowing
communities there.
Tomorrow morning, the City group I'm coxing for is
doing erg tests. This is primarily to help determine who gets in the women's boat
that will be racing at the Head of the Charles but I think everyone has to do a
test. It's good to collect data occasionally to check progress. However, Wednesday
is the morning I cox for them, so now I have to choose between a few unsavory
alternatives:
Clearly,
this is one of those situations, the kind where the right choice is both
obvious and unpleasant. Granted that I do spend a lot more time on an erg than
most of these people, most of my erg practices are either not at high intensity or
not all that long. I have been trying to ramp it up during my warmups for
weightlifting, but those are only 1km pieces. 5K's hurt. Actually, Yosemite
Sam might make us do 6Ks for all I know. Those hurt for a thousand meters
more.
Damn, damn, damn. Guess I'd better spend the rest of today
resigning myself to twenty-four minutes of pain tomorrow. Or if I try real hard,
maybe twenty-three minutes.