Clogged.

Currently, I am slightly miserable. I've been sick for over a week now and this morning was the worst so far. Thankfully the health center says I don't have strep, but they didn't really offer much else. I just have to ride it out, so I'm very happy that today was our off day.

Since I wasn't feeling great yesterday either, I hadn't planned to do the extra workouts- just to go see Wes and maybe see some video from last week's practice. He wasn't in his office when I went though, so I went downstairs and encountered Amory. For reasons that I'm finding difficult to explain, I decided to do the power erg with her... in sandals, a skirt, and a nice top. I guess it had just looked a lot shorter/easier on paper; when I was done I was very embarrassed to find that I had soaked my (white) shirt with sweat. I think this can be described best as 'a Carmel move.'

Rowing has been fun lately. Being in set boats is great, if you're in a good boat. Being in bow, all I have to really think about is fast catches, and they are very satisfying to get right. Yesterday we rowed the head racing course in 20 on/10 off intervals at about a 33, which was extreeeemely new and difficult but we killed it and it was great. It was a really important step in getting really, really good again.

Oh, for your sweatband detractors: my attire for Saturday morning practice moved Wes to shout across the river through his megaphone, "Purdie, I see you have on another stunning headband. Well done." The sweatband is here to stay.

The only other complaint I have is that it's getting cold. Earlier than I remember it happening last year! I sat in my Seabury class today in a long-sleeve shirt, fleece vest, and jacket, and was still shivering... why? (It should surprise no one that this did nothing to stop me from falling asleep).

Welp, it's time to get down to business and write an arduous 2-page paper so that I might go out on the town tonight... or maybe just get some much-needed sleep.