Rest in peace, left Old Navy flip flop. You suffered an unfortunate death during de-rigging. Your body may never be found. But in all honesty, those flip flops cost like 3 dollars. I am just happy I got back with all my toes.
As usual I was saved by my constantly more practical and informed sister, who by magical fate was also at the regatta, and had a pair of huge old sneakers for me to slosh around in.
She rocks. She is also never getting her shoes back. They are pretty disgusting.
They are also still sitting stinkily in my closet. It's not like I'm actually going to be proactive about it.
Anyway, so that was the regatta. My boat happened to get fifth out of twenty-eight teams, which is pretty darn awesome. We also crushed most of the novice New York teams we'll be facing in the spring, which is encouraging.
It's winter training now, which means no more actual rowing. I've been offered the chance to try for a varsity seat in the spring despite my limited experience, which means I have to work my butt off. It started yesterday with a four mile run.
Four miles. I thought there was no way. I entirely avoided any running activities growing up. I felt more natural in the water. Basketball involved mainly shuffling and short sprints, as well as me being freakishly tall at a young age. I put up with it in field hockey just because I liked hitting things...and people...so much. I was a defender. I can't exactly lie and say there was never any shoving involved.
But I did it. I ran four miles. And it was fine. I realized I was in better shape than I thought I was, with this whole "crew" thing. I also got to reap the benefits of that "runner's high" thing, something that I was convinced didn't exist because I had spent most of the runs prior to this one thinking about how much I hated to run. That probably never helped.
So, from now on, I am:
1. Thinking positively.
2. Wearing proper foot attire.
3. Not putting off homework by blogging.
I guess I'll get on that now.
