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This morning was our second rowing practice since the holiday break. We've had two really good practices -- long, steady workouts -- considering we haven't all rowed as a group in at least two weeks. I really hate not having a coach, though. He's not supposed to be back from his break until Sunday. Having a coach keeps us focused and the practices intense. Our last two workouts without him have run like a rudderless ship (no pun intended). "So, what do you guys want to do?" the substitute coxswain says. "OK, er, um, that's done (insert two-minute convo about someone's kids here)... What next? Anyone have any ideas?" I was happy I got a good workout this morning, but I was (unsuccessfully) biting my lip half the time trying to keep the boat focused. And I don't want to reinforce bad habits and rowing technique because a coach isn't there to correct me.
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I don't mean to be a totally intense grouch who sucks all the fun out of exercise, ya know? But I don't have much patience for goofing around when I'm thisclose to getting to bed...
Posted by Lynnie @ 01/03/2003 12:22 AM EST
So it's like when the border collie calls in sick and the sheep just sort of stand around and look at each other, "what the hell do we do now" "I don't know, but since we have a minute, did I tell you about my Rockin' New Year's eve?"
Posted by Richard @ 01/02/2003 10:10 PM EST