Randos...

New things I learned today:
1. Poetry workshops are uncomfortable and unproductive, but we all knew that. Well, unless you count "it's good! I like it!" as constructive. But let's be real here, those people are usually fibbing anyway.
2. After consulting both primary and secondary sources, I have come to this conclusion: tall, muscular rugby dudes do not, I repeat DO NOT, tend to go for similar-sized dudettes. Indeed, research proves that bouncy, pint-sized, dropkick poodle types are the preferred breed of the male rugby-playing population. Puzzling? Yes. Surprising? Not really. The wiseman Ben Davis once said "It's always the tiny chicks and the tall guys that get the girl" (or guy, as it were).

Anyhoo, more exciting (?) news:
Yesterdays 2K erg time: 8.10.5
Todays 2K erg time: 8.10.6
My best erg times are on the rowing machine with the lazy bungee (annoying on the recovery but weirdly smooth on the drive). Go figs. Also, the first 1000 meters are super easy to keep at a 2:00 split but halfway through I get spooked by the prospect of maintaining that pace for another 4ish minutes and slow to about a 2:06. I think it's mostly mental because when I'm done I huff and puff a little bit but I don't get that overwhelming "I think I'm going to expire" head rush that usually comes after a 2K erg piece. Maybe it's because I don't want to ruin my otherwise super breezy composure for which I am known throughout the greater YMCA community. I also don't want to ralph on the lycra-clad limbs of the recumbent bicyclists, as that would cause my social stock to plummet to submarine depths the likes of which have never been seen, not even by those ladies who pedal merrily in their pink bathrobes, fuzzy slippers, and skirted bathing costumes.
Maybe that's why I don't go for the gusto in its entirety?
I will leave you to chew a while on that while I go prepare for my French telephone interview on the morrow.
Trans-continentally yours,
Francoise