I went erging this morning, it was super-legit because everyone else was sleeping seeing as it was 6am and class didn't start until 9.30. And then I went and had a solid hours or so practice on the Baldwin until some hater told me to shut up because they were trying to study for a test. Well, excuse me, missy, if you had done your studying during the TWO HOUR LONG STUDY PERIOD then you wouldn't have a problem now, would you? Jeez.
Before I forget, happy 1 year birthday to EPICMEALTIME!
Haterz 'round these parts stay up late, doing homework past lights-out. Not that I mind in any way, but I don't understand why one would do such a thing. I mean, excepting grade 12s who are also prefects or team captains or something like that who honestly just have too much... Well, maybe it's just me, I'm an early morning person and not really a late-night person. Although I've handled Call of Duty so late at night it's actually considered early in the morning, that's just how badass I am actually :D Besides, I love starting every new day off with something fun and constructive, sometimes two fun and constructive things in one morning. I'm not saying how everyone else does it is bad, it's just that I get more sleep.
Hate the player, why don't you?
Also, for the first time ever, I am in the annual White Notice, and all I have to go off is what other people tell me because none of the haters have actually bothered sending me a link along with their spam hate mail. Please, please do, I want to see it!!!! I think it's really funny actually, kudos to whatever sensible person put it there. So, seriously, someone please leave a comment with the online link, because I know no-one's going to be man enough to pull a TvZ and group mail the entire school with a rash message, but hey, that's a story for another time. But it's a very exciting one nonetheless.
Anyway, I wanted to say something deep and meaningful about the rowing. Oh yeah, I'd really want to be a pro rower, people say they can't handle it because the erging is boring, and the schedule sucks up your life. I have to agree with the latter, but I'm sorry, the former just works for some people and doesn't for others. Besides, I have waaaaaay too much going on in my life that I happen to be pretty good at, so yeah.
There's a certain beauty about the rhythm you get into, especially if you're alone and there's no other sound save the steady zip of the chain, the swish of the seat, and the occasional gasps of air and creaks of your joints as you realize you're slowly approaching the age of sixty-nine. After the first five minutes, everything loses focus. Strokes blend together. The numbers on the readout seem to go slower and slower, and then suddenly jerk when you mis-stroke. You can feel every bead of sweat on your face and your arms... Rocking, backwards, forwards, pull, push. The pain in your gluteus maximus becomes more and more prominent, and then dies down, like you're trying to hold in a major dump. Hiss... hiss... hiss. You're completely alone, and there's no one around but your own thoughts. The room is deadly still...
The worst is getting that feeling of futility, when it creeps over you like the gloom of night, because you want to stop, you want to let your tired body rest (is it really tired? It doesn't feel like it, but every new stroke is a nightmare!) but you somehow have to man up, and reach inside your deep dark well of determination for enough resolve to go on. Somehow. Because it's not easy, especially when your 500 average doesn't move for minutes on end. You want to go faster, but you have to stop yourself. You want to go slower, but you don't want your average to drop... bleh. But it's really really satisfying to say, even to yourself, that you just rowed for x minutes straight.
In terms of fitness and stuff, I much prefer it to cycling. Cycling is far cooler to do, like as a social activity with friends, and push yourself a little even then, but I can't stay undistracted of my environment for long enough to keep going at the same pace and adjust it accordingly.
This is the real me, trying new things whenever the opportunity pops up :D
Tonight I'm going to have dinner over the border because it's my sister's birthday, and we're going to celebrate. Woo! Although it means I'm missing the play cast dinner :(, but you can't eat all the cakes in life. Ah well.
And then this weekend we lock ourselves in the theatre and fast until we have an epiphany about our scenes. It'll be sick. Except that we're not Mormons, so I doubt it'll help.
Sam out.
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