The night before, I went to bed late. Somehow through the night, I got sick and had a low-grade fever and mild chills. But the true culprit of my restless night, however, was the Princess. The Princess used to sleep in her brand new, expensive, fancy crib that is so large that it does not fit in the doorway. Now, she refuses to sleep in anything except our bed.
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The world's worst bedfellow |
Needless to say, after six hours of being sick and being constantly kicked in the ribs, I was quite cranky Saturday morning. Being an "I", I was not looking forward to talking to anyone. And I was most definitely not looking forward to a workout of 3x1000m race pieces.
At practice, we had 1 eight, 1 quad, and 1 mixed double (me) out on the water. We had a long warm-up. In the double, the boat felt good, but a little heavy and not as smooth. As bow seat in a double, a lot of the smoothness of the boat comes from matching up well with your stroke seat at the catch, but especially in and out of the bow.
The race pieces were hard, but the double actually came together pretty well in the pieces.
After practice, I came home with another fever, took NyQuil, and slept, leaving my husband to fend for himself and the Princess. There really is no wrong side of the bed. No matter how bad the night is or how little sleep you manage to get, every day can be a good day and every practice can be a good practice.
"The only difference between a good day and a bad day is your attitude." --Dennis S. Brown
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