I'm exhausted. So tired that I skipped rowing tonight. Why am I so tired? I'm not sure. Not sleeping great doesn't help. Monday's practice was particularly hard. Oh, and I was stroke! For the first time in a million years. Well, not that long. I stroked a few months ago and it was a disaster. This time we were in a four and it wasn't too bad. About halfway through the practice, I said to the cox, "I used to stroke a four." Which is true--I even wrote about it a couple of days ago. But I sort of forget that I have been stroke. Weird.
I ended up at stroke because we had just enough people for a four. Two ports and two starboards (and a fifth person to cox). The other port is this HUGE guy and, well, you just wouldn't have him stroke. He is not a technique rower! (He also happens to be awfully nice, but that's neither here nor there.) The coach was late and she looked at me and said, "Ok, you stroke." She loves me. Not.
Today, I went to an all day training session and it killed me with extreme boredom. I was almost literally falling asleep. I got home in time to change and hop on my bike to go to practice, but instead I collapsed. Maybe I'm coming down with something. Or maybe I'm just tired.
I ate a little but I'm still hungry. I wish I had some food in the house, but I'm too lazy to go to the store. Could someone bring me some food? Sigh.
On the dating front, there's not much to report. I won't see Owen for a while. He is working crazy long hours, so mid-week is difficult. Starting Thursday, I'm out of town for about five days. We have a date set for the weekend I get back. I'm not thrilled about waiting two weeks to see him again, but what can you do? I'm not feeling anxious. I like him a lot and I want to see him and I know I will see him. Plenty of time to be crazy later on when there's actually something to worry about.
Now, I'm off to do some more relaxing.
Grateful for: relaxing.
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