We were even doing the same things! We were catching crabs!
That is a crew joke. So Claire will chuckle at my punny-ness and everyone else reading this will shrug and move on.
It hailed. And the wind gusted to 22 mph. Then it rained more. Then it hailed again. And then my pair partner turned around and cackled out of the absurdity of it all.
The coaches realized it was a bad idea to have us go out way too late, and then there was a lot of commotion just having everyone be able to dock.
Also, we had an erg test today, and I did horribly. In fact, I did so badly I burst into tears at the end of it. So, if we're going to keep with the movie theme, let's just say there's crying in crew. Lots of it.
I'm fine now. Well, at least, I'm trying to figure out what I'm doing wrong and working toward putting it behind me.
I'm pretty sure today was the crew gods just messing with me. I mean, seriously? SERIOUSLY?
I am now going and making myself a huge mug of tea. I am essentially drinking away my feelings, but with Bigelow instead of, say, Jack Daniels. Because that would be illegal. And wrong. I did pay attention in middle school health class, Mom and Dad.
