I live in the House of Pain at the moment. I mean that almost literally. I'm not
in pain myself, but the rest of the people here are. Rudder has persuaded a few
people to either do the marathon race in Natchitoches, Louisiana this November or to train as if they were doing it -- training for a marathon (a real one, 26.2
miles, 42.1 km) is not a bad way to get in shape for 5km head races.
That's why Rudder and four others are doing marathon erg
pieces in my living room right now. (Well, the guys have finished. The two women are still going. I planned to write this earlier but my Internet conection was down.) The living room is an admirable place for them because it has a tile floor so sweat drips are easily moppable and there's not normally any furniture there but a ping pong table, now folded and pushed out of the way. The first Terminator movie is playing, loud enough to be heard ver all the rowing machines; between that, the machines themselves and the window open to help keep air moving, they can be head from outside well away from my house. I hope we didn't wake anyone, as they started at 7AM.
The living room is, as Mechaieh once noted, acoustically live. Sounds resonate in it. It's not easy to escape the noise, so I haven't gotten a whole lot of reading done. I did get my food shopping out of the way - came back and had to change movies for them, because *of course* getting up for an unplanned two minutes would compromise a three-hour marathon piece. Silly obsessives.
They're almost done. That's a total of well over fifteen hours on the erg, among the five of them. Impressive .... but maybe I can get Rudder to do the mopping later.
Posted by dichroic at September 20, 2003 10:07 AM