So that's out of the way. The most eventful thing that has happened to me this week actually occurred this morning. There was no coffee in the dining hall. I went and tried all the dispensers. Another girl was doing the same, and after a stunned silence she looked at me with all seriousness and said, "Oh my God." I'm getting my fix now, courtesy of our cafe. But it was shocking. I mean, I'd already lifted weights and done a radio shift. I was pretty sure I'd earned some coffee.
I have problems.
Two of my problems are my hamstrings. See, they HATE me, and are the most inflexible hamstrings in the universe. We were doing a technique rotation yesterday at practice, and Becky (our coach, if you haven't caught that by now) laughs and says (as she has done before) "I guess we have to work on those hamstrings." In the next shift, she says the same thing to Ashley, and suggests we stretch each other out seeing as we live together. We share more than a love of cheeseburgers and cheez-its. We have inadequately flexible hamstrings too!
This week started the NCAA season, so we can officially go to "practice." This means we tend to die more, and also row in tanks on Tuesdays and Thursdays. The only problem is said tanks are at Cornell, so we end up practicing at 8:30 p.m. Even though we also had lifting at 7 a.m. It makes for a long day.
Another problem is that I am OBSESSED with the Olympics. We have them on all day, even when it's insanely boring things like classical style cross country skiing qualifiers. I also get very invested in it all, even participating in some Sweden vs. Norway smack talk for cross country skiing. Which my ancestors totally dominate, by the way. And as much as I wanted to analyze the social symbolism of Julia Mancuso's tiara habit, I gave up and decided it was just awesome.
I also want to try out this biathlon thing, because I don't think I've ever seen a more badass sport in my entire life.
No offense, crew.
