rowing

Fantasy:

A quiet afternoon row out to some secluded inlet. Sandwiches, sodas, and smooching.

Reality:

8:00pm Thursday night at the gym. It's amazing how quick and painless 5000 meters on the rowing machine can be when you've got a good imagination!

I was laughing because my friend (rowing next to me) told me that I had the wrong vision going on. She informed me that we were not on some placid lake drinking root beers with our beaus and being romantic. Instead she said that I ought to be imagining we were on the USA women's crew team racing in the Olympics, and that I'd better snap out of it because China had just rowed right past us. Time to pick up the pace!

That's why I work out with you Holly. Thanks for the Thursday night row.