2.17.2005
relegation
So I got bumped off of the 2nd boat last night. I tried to make it up during an ergometer test, but ended up throwing up from nerves. Not from pulling too hard, that's for certain. From nerves.
Which makes it a lot harder for me, actually, since it's not something physical, just more psychological. But I'm on the 3rd boat, which was supposed to have an outing this morning. I say "supposed to" because one of our oarsmen didn't show up and we ended up having to scrap the outing altogether.
So in order to row in the regatta, the 3rd eight have to prove themselves in a race tomorrow. Worrisome, but I think we've got a shot. It's difficult for me to express why being on the 2nd boat meant so much to me. I think it was because I really wasn't much of an athlete in High School, and certainly not in college. And in my professional career, I'd play frisbee every now and then, but I've never been really very good at any sort of sport. Certainly not like my brothers. So to be picked for the first eight in the Christ Church regatta last term and to be put on the 2nd eight at the beginning of this term was a real validation that perhaps I can hack it. Well, evidently, not as much as I'd hoped. The captain and I had a nice chat this morning - he expressed, in words that were a bit more condescending than he meant, I think, that he was surprised that someone with my 'build' and my 'body type' had been holding his own for so long anyway.
I'm spending the bulk of the day polishing a second draft of an essay due on Monday. The weekend is wide open, but I've got a lot of work to do on this thing. And Monday, Queen's Choir is going to St. Paul's for evensong. :) Yes. I mean St. Paul's Cathedral in London. It's going to be sweet.
Just a thought - none of my crew are going to St. Paul's... That's got to count for something, I guess.
Which makes it a lot harder for me, actually, since it's not something physical, just more psychological. But I'm on the 3rd boat, which was supposed to have an outing this morning. I say "supposed to" because one of our oarsmen didn't show up and we ended up having to scrap the outing altogether.
So in order to row in the regatta, the 3rd eight have to prove themselves in a race tomorrow. Worrisome, but I think we've got a shot. It's difficult for me to express why being on the 2nd boat meant so much to me. I think it was because I really wasn't much of an athlete in High School, and certainly not in college. And in my professional career, I'd play frisbee every now and then, but I've never been really very good at any sort of sport. Certainly not like my brothers. So to be picked for the first eight in the Christ Church regatta last term and to be put on the 2nd eight at the beginning of this term was a real validation that perhaps I can hack it. Well, evidently, not as much as I'd hoped. The captain and I had a nice chat this morning - he expressed, in words that were a bit more condescending than he meant, I think, that he was surprised that someone with my 'build' and my 'body type' had been holding his own for so long anyway.
I'm spending the bulk of the day polishing a second draft of an essay due on Monday. The weekend is wide open, but I've got a lot of work to do on this thing. And Monday, Queen's Choir is going to St. Paul's for evensong. :) Yes. I mean St. Paul's Cathedral in London. It's going to be sweet.
Just a thought - none of my crew are going to St. Paul's... That's got to count for something, I guess.
