Who needs an alarm clock when you’ve got a family commotion on a Saturday morning? I could hear my mother going on about something my younger brother’s girlfriend did to my youngest brother’s room — a sensitive topic especially since my youngest brother is coming back next week.
Anyway, if wouldn’t have mattered. Ten minutes after that, the new neighbours upstairs started some drilling work. It was time to get up (it wasn’t that early…).
It’s been hot, but yesterday was especially so. We’d look up and there wouldn’t be a cloud near the scorching sun at all. Still, turnout for training was good — we had 21 rowers and two small boats (so someone had to take turns).
Dunno why, but I was stuck in the competition boat, even after Shufen and Nic got swapped to the other boat. Actually, that could be a good thing — the sets are gruelling but the rowers are rowing harder and faster. The other boat had the water-tapping newbies.
Then I went and pigged out on Japanese food. Alas, not of the healthy sort. Three words: mentaiko, cheese, rice. (To think I was doing so well on my mentaiko pasta cravings.) I even had dessert, because my mum wanted dessert so I had to order something to keep her company. Honest.
And now, I can’t move. But really, that’s also because everything hurts. (If the yoga teacher says bend your knees if you have back pain, does the aching from Saturday’s training count?) But at least I made up for Saturday morning by napping most of Sunday away.
(That’s two deadly sins in one post. Not bad.)
