I would like to begin with a little dedication, for a great thing has occurred. A couple of weeks back none other than Xeno Muller left this comment on my 2K blog post:
Here is a brief summary of my reaction to this:"This is funny and love the minimalist art. I would love to see more despair in the little stickman's face!!!!! Ok, the problem is that I cannot show this to most people because it is not G rated in language. Bloody heck, can you do a G rated version, where you substitute F... Frank, Frog, Keep it going. I for one wish you all the best, been there done that. I will keep my heart rate below 140 :-)
|This is my actual face while on the internet.|
In light of this, all swears this week will be replaced by "badgering" or references to other small woodland mammals. (Though to be honest, I am sure that swears will accidentally slip through. IT'S SO HARD TO NOT SWEAR.)
Here, have an AWESOME video:
But yes YES. Other news is I have just come back from the annual CUWBC training camp. I LOVE TRAINING CAMPS.
I think the only thing better than rowing three times a day is rowing three times a day and doing weights too. (Badgering LOVE weights). The result of training camp was I vaguely learned to row with other people for the first time in quite a while. Turns out I was initially quite shit at this:
The only problem with training camp was the fact that the catering didn't really understand what rowers really want to eat.
Particular low points included
- brain pate
- white fish, creamed spinach and crisps (!?!?)
|Thanks for the photo Griffo!|
- veal (ever had veal reflux during a piece? UNPLEASANT)
- tongue (w/ tastebuds still attached)
By day 2 I was basically begging for some plain cooked pasta. If there wasn't a sauce I wouldn't have complained. Just anything that wasn't covered in cream or oil or made of baby abused cow.
The oddest event of training camp was in fact not trying desperately to keep your lunch from seeing the lake but a weird incident with The Dog on the morning of the last day.
So, I decided to go for a cheeky run (which, surprisingly isn't the odd thing). Woo orange hat! Woo awesome new volcano-coloured trainers!
So after being mauled by the badgering thing, it proceeded to follow me as I went to run around and explore the town.
However, it eventually turned out to be quite fun as I felt incredibly badass running around with what was effectively a wolf. This thing was properly HUGE and it was just so ... random. Running around this random French town in the dark with a massive black dog lolloping around behind me.
Ummm, other random news (this is a post of a string of unrelated things I'm afraid. Yep, one of those.) I PUT EUROPEAN SPACE AGENCY STICKERS ON MY EMPACHER.
This is because I am exceptionally cool and not a massive nerd at all.
|See, I told you swearing would slip in. Sorry Xeno, I am too lazy to change the picture.|
I was a retard to the chair :-(
Yep. One distinguished academic. One chair with no arms any more. MASSIVE AWKWARD EMBARRASSMENT.
I really do not know how I will ever get employment :-(
Now, for some advice for the womenfolk who read my blog. When a hairdresser asks you how long you want your hair, do not under any circumstances give this reply:
NO BAD LIFE CHOICE.
Upon seeing this glorious picture upon the book of the face...
|Not matching socks arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh|
(Note the use of the word "again"... :-/) Gotta love parents! I also now recieve an awful lot of chat like this:
which I am not really sure is a complement.
Badgering hell rage.
Ooooooooooooooooooooooo OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooo GREAT EXCITEMENT.
I brought the best mechanical pencil in the world ever. It is like writing with awesome. It is the rotring 600 (all the way from Japan) and it is fit as.
(I have really bad pencil chat, I'm sorry. But this thing is properly beautifully made and I always find that pleasing.)
*sigh* this blog post is not going well. I AM TALKING ABOUT MECHANICAL PENCILS FOR SQUIRRELLING SAKE!
Well, I shall leave with the news that The Sufferfest (as reviewed last time) has definitely made me better at cycling. I am gauging this by I ride I did the other morning when, even though riding a vaguely toughly geared fixie, I was third to the top of Chapel Hill (offically The Only Hill In Cambridge) whereas usually I am so last it's hilarious. I dunno. I think the turboing with the structure and sustained power they ask for (well, shout at you to do) has made me both more aggressive and able to sustain those attacks.
I'm hoping it wasn't just a fluky ride and I have actually got better but only time (and the next meeting of CUWBCCC) will tell.
Mental legs! MENTAL BADGERING LEGS!!!!!
I think the new mental death weights didn't help much either (they included 4 mins of 20"/10" on/off HOW MANY FRONT SQUATS CAN YOU DO which is a great recipe for nearly passing out - serious 2K-level pain. You should try it.)
I. LOVE. ROWING. :-)
I shall leave you with Gordon, who appears to have developed a dairy addiction.
Protein's important kids!
I really want a cup of tea but the kettle is across the kitchen :-( Badgering hell rage.