Oh, but here was the catch: in those 30 minutes, you had to row at least 6500 kilometers to get a seat on the bus to spring training in Georgia. I think this pressure made it far more interesting for spectators, because it meant we were all DYING and sweating our butts off in public. My throat still hasn't fully recovered. I think I started inhaling knives halfway through instead of air.
But guess what? I'm going to Georgia! I rowed 6,759 kilometers and kept a 2:13 average split. And I got a little woozy. But I know I can do better. Next goal? Top 7k.
But there's some other people who helped me do it. Everyone who donated pretty much rocked my (and the crew team's, and Habitat for Humanity's) world, because I far exceeded the average and was one of the team's top earners. So, basically, all of you are amazing. And you'll be hearing from me.
In non-crew news, the epic saga of Abby-can't-control-her-facial-reactions-to-information-and-Professor-Arroyo-somehow-sees-EVERYTHING has two more chapters. Last Friday he reminded me again after class that he is extremely entertained by my facial reactions. TODAY when he was telling us about France's ridiculous insistence that there be a second and unnecessary European parliamentary office in Strasbourg, he said IN THE MIDDLE of the class "Miss Paulson, if you roll your eyes any harder you many in fact injure yourself."
Ugh. I blame the French.
