*creak*
I raced yesterday, and woke up this morning trapped in the body of an arthritic 85-year-old. Not that I'm dramatic, or anything. But I'm sore in weird places (translation: everywhere), and I have bruises on my legs--this from a non-contact sport--and I have a neat row of blisters on the tops of my toes, because the shoes in our assigned boat were too big. Sexy. It's actually getting better the longer I'm up and around, but getting out of bed was truly a triumph this morning. *sigh* The joy of sports!
So some of my crewmates and I were volunteering at the starting line yesterday morning, and we knew there would be some lanes that had fewer boats launching, and therefore more waiting-around time. I volunteered to take a less-busy lane because I'd brought a book, and one of my buddies--a longtime TWoP lurker--looked at me and said, "Okay, Rory. What is this, the dance?" Hee! (She also informed me that she ships Chris and Lorelai, after which I said I couldn't be in her boat anymore, but that's another story.)
So some of my crewmates and I were volunteering at the starting line yesterday morning, and we knew there would be some lanes that had fewer boats launching, and therefore more waiting-around time. I volunteered to take a less-busy lane because I'd brought a book, and one of my buddies--a longtime TWoP lurker--looked at me and said, "Okay, Rory. What is this, the dance?" Hee! (She also informed me that she ships Chris and Lorelai, after which I said I couldn't be in her boat anymore, but that's another story.)