The insanity of my schedule yesterday was even more insane because it actually all worked out. Like clockwork. I don't even want to go into it, it was so insane.
Yesterday, however, I did have my first crew practice! We went to the tanks at Cornell, and because we only get off-hours, my boat was scheduled for a 9 p.m. practice. It was such a weird experience. It was late at night, and I was huddling with a group of girls outside an ivy-covered (I know, they've actually got it, right?) building at Cornell late at night, about to go row in weird non-moving boat things surround by water. All I could really think about was, "How in the world did I get HERE?"
We're just learning now. Tomorrow, however, the butt-kicking commences. What cracked me up yesterday was that my coach told me the exact same thing Claire had criticized me about. She said my recovery was too fast. "Abby," she said. "The fact is that your legs are approximately three times longer than anyone else's here, and it may feel like you're going incredibly slow, but you're not."
So far I really like our novice coaches. They're super sweet and both rowed for Ithaca back in the day. We're really lucky to have a coach and an assistant. We have 46 novice women at this point, so the extra help is probably necessary. I know. 46. It's unlikely that the number will stay that high, but it's pretty incredible.
In other news, I actually have to do my homework.
