I haven’t missed a day writing here yet, except for when I’ve been out of town. That will change -- already, I’m down to writing once a day, instead of the three times I started with. When I get back home, I’ll have a lot more going on, too -- rowing and probably working longer hours, more stuff to do around the house. And T, of course. It’s amazing how much less spare time I seem to have when he’s around, even when we have no plans but eating dinner and getting to bed early. And, speaking of going to bed early, once I start rowing, my evenings will be considerably shorter. Waking up at 4AM does that to you.
This weekend, I will be driving up to see Phelps; I’m very much looking forward to meeting YMP and Mr. Phelps, who were out of town last time I visited. YMP, especially, sounds extraordinary, even after applying the doting-mother filter to stories I’ve heard about her.
I’m also hoping to buy a menorah shaped like a woman flying a biplane that I resisted last time I was there and have regretted ever since. I’m such a materialist. It’s not about owning expesive stuff, or designer stuff, or even vast quantities of stuff, but I do glory in owning cool stuff -- unique things, clothes that are somehow perfect for me, items that just fit my life. After all, how often do you see something that perfect for you? (How many Jewish women pilots are there in the US? I suspect the answer is only in four digits.) Anyway, I have a thing for biplanes.
Less than two weeks left of my stay in MA -- I’ll be glad to get home and back to rowing, though I’m afraid it may be painful at first. Caught among various illnesses, late nights, and travel, there have been a few weeks in a row where I only got to the gym twice. I have a good shot at making it four times this week (possibly more, though I don’t generally go on weekends). I did 5K on the erg this morning, though only at half pressure (inertia caused by trailing end of the latest sinus infection).
I’m especially worried that I may have developed bad habits on the erg -- I’ve been trying to concentrate on quick hands away and on level hands, but there are so many things to concentrate on all at once while rowing that it’s possible something else has gotten away from me. And though I think erging is harder than rowing, erging for half an hour at a time is probably not equivalent to rowing for two hours, even after factoring in time to carry the boat to and from the water. Endurance will be a problem, especially if I end up in a boat with two other lightweight women who are distance runners (emphatically Not My Sport).
But we’ll see. And with a little luck, what we’ll see is me ready to compete by our next regatta, in early May.
And the good news -- the ears have finally popped! It only took them about 16 hours after the last flight.
Posted by dichroic at March 20, 2001 11:31 AM