Today sucks.

The doctor wouldn't give me more antibiotics for my re-attacking chest infection. :(
The river overflowed because of all the snow melting so our team had to go BAREFOOT to carry the boat across the flooded bank into the water. :(
Our race got stopped in the middle because like 5 boats piled into each other ahead of us, so we had to back up and start again. :(
As we were waiting for the second start, it started snowing. Hard. :(
Our team got bumped. :(
The rowers had to go barefoot AGAIN to take the boat out of the water, which honestly didn't really matter because they were soaking wet anyway (and I wasn't much drier on the bank on my bike). :(

Tomorrow is another day.

A workout

I have a horrible cold/chest infection and have been coughing my guts out for two weeks now. Besides the benefits of finally understanding what it must have been like to have tuberculosis in the 19th century, this sucks. I haven't been rowing, I haven't been walking to my department, I really haven't been moving much at all.

So today I went to yoga class, as a calm, low-impact way to make my body do something beside hack. It was good, and I only got a few mean glares from people around me as my coughing disturbed their zen. Then, our instructor told us to go on our hands and knees, stretch our sit-bones (don't ask), inhale, lift our right knee to the side until it's parallel to the floor, and "wee on the wall."

WEE ON THE WALL?! Did the honey-voiced, soothing, semi-personality-less and robot-like yoga instructor just tell a bunch of Cambridge yoga devotees to WEE on the WALL? It was actually a pretty great description of the way he wanted us to move, and everyone else calmly assumed the position, but I couldn't take it. I laid on my side, scrunched my sit-bones, and laughed til my voice was gone and I just laughed silently. No one else seemed to get it... but that 30 seconds of laughter was a better workout than the previous hour of yoga.

Pretentious? or just British?

There is sometimes an invisible boundary between the British dialect and what we Americans would consider elitist. Maybe my reaction to the following text message shows how British-ized (or -ised...) I've become?

So my newest round of internet dating has turned up a winner - he's smart, funny, cute, into counterculture and internationalism, just generally fun to be around. After a week or two of hanging out, today he texted:

"I fear I may b in some not inconsiderable danger of becoming rather fond of ur company."

The text-message spelling,
the double negatives,
the qualifying "rather"...
BE STILL MY HEART!!
TOTALLY and COMPLETELY charming, right? Interpretation may depend on your fluency in British, but I at least thought that was the cutest message EVER.
I of course wrote back in my own native tongue: "Whachu talkin 'bout, foo? U don't even KNOW me..."
JUST KIDDING.