I didn’t row again today. Actually, I got all the way there, then went back home because I felt like crap. I feel better, after having caught an extra hour’s sleep. There’s nothing terribly wrong with me, but in some ways, I think it’s better for me to play hookey occasionally.
We had a fairly major change of weather last night, dropping the temperature a good 10 degrees F. (That is, the projected high and low temps for today are expected to be about 10 degrees lower than they were yesterday. Out here in the desert, there’s usually about 20-30 degrees variation over the course of a day.) This usually goes along with a substantial change in the barometric pressure, and I think that’s what causes the postnasal drip that has me waking up a bit queasy. After I’ve been vertical a while, and everything has drained, I’m usually fine. And this is all probably more than you wanted to know.
Now onto my justification for taking the day off, when, after all, I wasn’t all THAT sick. I’ve been rowing, on and off, for about 11 years now. I expect to keep at it for the rest of my life, though probably still on and off. Even with my former program, which was considerably less intense than this one, I found I tended to get burned out after a while – tired of working so hard at a sport, tired of getting up early and having to go to bed so early, annoyed at the people I rowed with for one thing or another. Even though I’m serious about my sport, I’m in it for the long haul, and I find that taking the day off, when I feel like I just can’t get into it, helps to put off the time when I get seriously burned out and end up dropping out of the sport for a longer period. There are a lot of people who will disagree with me on this, possibly including my coaches, but this is what I’ve found works for me. It’s the joy of rowing that carries me through the hard work, blisters, sore muscles, and early mornings, and this is one way I’ve found to keep from losing that.
I will probably write another entry later today or tomorrow, with some things I’ve been thinking about bubbles, wind, and trees, but I wanted to keep my topics ontogeneous. (Is that a word?)
But I will make this late addition: I got my first Google hit! (Yahoo Google, actually.) On April 5, I wrote, "The day I get my first Google referral will no doubt be another big banner day." Amusingly enough, the hit was on that same entry; I had also mentioned the Castle Boutique, our local non-sleazy-as-they-can-manage-to-be sex store. I imagine the person looking for them was a bit disappointed to find me, since, to quote Mistress Sinister, "this is not that kind of diary".
Posted by dichroic at May 4, 2001 08:03 AM