Nothing is as it seems

Here are snippets of the past three days. I have a lot to say about Pair Head but must go off to work!

Monday: I walked into practice to discover the 6k had been moved up from Friday to tuesday! So that’s exciting.

Tusday: 6k test. I went out aggressive and steadily my split went up through out the whole thing. It was a very sad affair. My goal was to place top five. I managed to put myself into second. An extreamly fast girl quit half way through otherwise I would have taken third. I was two splits off my PR, which was a little disappointing but for where I’m at right now, it’s okay. I had a hard time pacing and pulling up, music is hard for me to erg to I start wanting to go for it instead of listening to my body.

Wensday: we are put into pairs to get ready for the pair head race tomorrow. I am with Kelsey, an Oregon girl. It was hard. One of my spandex legs rode up and I started chafting my leg on the side of the boat as I went up and down the slide. You know what this means, this hull ain’t big enough for the hips of us. Time to lose weight. The coach actually talked to me today, as in he yelled at me to stay to the left, and to be aggressive. After a few silent days I was starting to worry.

Other interesting points:

I was asked where I was from Seattle Pacific, “Ohhhh, we thought it was south pacific and we wanted to know why you weren’t tanner.”

I now am the owner of four luxury handbags. One of which is called The Over Achiever. I haul that thing around as a silent testament to my prowess. Okay, that’s maybe a little of an exaggeration. If i'm not careful that thing will throw out my shoulder.

I’ve wound up in a starboard stroking boat each day, and am extreamly greatful.