Rest day

My energy is low, thus, I have ideas for posts floating around in my head, but no time to flesh them out. Excuses, excuses!

I gave myself permission to take a day off from rowing. What a luxury to get in by 7pm after walking home with work friend, TR. I enjoyed talking his ear off, complaining about my lack of love life (standard walking home topic for us) and hearing about his crazy work schedule.

I was a bit unsure about taking the day off, so I cleared it with my official sports exercise consultant, Pele (she is not a doctor, but has appropriate credentials). My basic question was when should I tough it out and when should I lay off. After a complete description of my symptoms (extreme muscle soreness upon any movement, some resting aches and pains in my knees and right side (shoulder, neck, arm)), Pele gave me permission to take the day off. Thank you Dr. Pele.

I needed the time to recover so I can work hard tomorrow. I hesitated to take the day off, not only because I feel like a slacker, but because I’ve agreed to row in a regatta in two weeks. I am excited! But, wow. It’s been YEARS. All races are 1,000 meters, half the length of collegiate sprints so I know I can make it. I’m going to be in two races—one is a master’s women’s four, the other a mixed eight. Oh, and actually, I’m in a third race—as a coxswain. A very unfortunate thing, for the boat—but the coach’s note said, “no complaining” so I will not complain.

If anyone wants to come to the regatta, you are welcome. Send an email if you want the details. It’s an all day affair—my first race is at 11am, the second at 1pm.

The other reason I was so knocked out today was that I played two games of softball on Sunday and rode my bike something like 8.5 miles (total) to get there and back home. After the game, I met the team at a bar (where I neither ate nor drank—I did have a glass of water). I was the last one there because I spent about 10 minutes trying to find the place after I got to the correct intersection. When I finally found the place, only the guys from the team were there. Our captain said, “How do like this—eight guys and you! Good ratio. What do you think?”

I said, “I think it’s great. I like the odds.”

Unfortunately, great ratios don’t help a bit if the guys don’t talk to you. Or if you’re too tired to strike up a conversation. Ah well. At least they’ll think I’m a good sport for showing. I don’t see any likely prospects in this group, but you never know. Maybe one of them will grow on me.

Grateful for: a day off.
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