I have this long standing policy of deciding not be sick when it is inconvenient for me. Finally I hauled my butt to the Health Center to demand that they fix me and make me be able to breathe without coughing. They did some breathing tests on me, shook their heads, and then showed me a chart at the general averages of lung strength. I want to drag that little tubey thing I had to blow into to practice to explain to Becky why my pieces were so bad.
Because apparently, I couldn't exactly breathe.
But I'm in the later stages, so they hooked me up with some pills and a snazzy little inhaler. And now I'm going to get magically better. Hopefully before Georgia.
Otherwise, things are fine here in Ithaca. I've forgotten what sun looks like. I turned in a hugely stupid paper today. I should never have purchased those chocolate Newman O's. And the snickerdoodles given so graciously to me (and the crew team, by extension) are now finished. So I can stop going into sugar comas now.
Luckily, the varsity sport thing has kept me from becoming obese. This morning, AT 7 AM, my coach used this machine and a scale to calculate our body fat percentage, which was TOTALLY FUN so early in the morning, when you're feeling totally great about yourself and all you can think about is showering. Luckily, my news was good. I'm between 21 and 22 percent, which is the healthy amount for an athlete at the D-III level. And she warned not to try and lose weight (I'm also right on target there) because I risk just losing muscle instead of fat.
I know, I just blogged about my body fat percentage. TMI ALERT. OVER SHARING. Hey, at least I didn't tweet about it. That would be lame. I only tweet about important things, like Chadwick the Crab. Oh, and Cheez-Its. Why would you ever expect discretion from me? Like, ever?
Anyway, I thought I must share one last anecdote because of its amazing nerdiness. In my political theory class yesterday, the two guys next to me were debating who would win a Presidential election in Middle Earth. The conversation included sentences like, "Well, Gandalf would take the Shire by a landslide." And, "Aragorn would probably take a majority in Rohan and the human cities, but the wizard is more likely to take Rivendell."
If you can top the geekiness of this amazing moment in college history, please tell. I'm looking at you, RPI student and MIT grad. Share!
