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This a Gym is not a MatchMaking Service, Dumbass.

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Today was the first rowing practice that I had attended in about a week. To thank me, my body produced blisters on my hands and both my wrists are slightly sore. My right hand took a little more damage today since I can feel it starting to stiffen.

The reason for no practices in a week? There was a competition in Oklahoma and every single fucking boat went down with the competitive folks who took the time to travel to regatta. Those who were not in the competition were not impressed. Which is understandable; we pay a great deal of money to use this equipment and they take it all down with them? I suppose it doesn’t help that the RecGroup is pretty much hated by the board (except the President…she is from the RecGroup).

During the absence of the boats I went to my college’s gym and worked out there a little bit.

Now my experience with postsecondary gym facilities are less than stellar and I have my reasons on why I do not enjoy going there to workout; even if the facility is free for my use because it is a part of my tuition costs. Last year while I was in a year of university I went with two of my friends to the gym facility. Now I don’t mind a bit of attention from the male species (I’m a girl and who doesn’t like it when a guy shows some interest in you?)…but not at the gym and I definitely do not enjoy feeling all these intense stares which are geared towards my rear end or my boobs. It just gives me the hibiddy-jibbidees.

Thankfully I didn’t have to deal with the stupid male gawkers who, while I was at the city’s university last year this happened once and turned me away from the gym, liked to stare while making weird poses in an effort to show off their bodies.

Or in my friend’s case: have men trying to get her to come over and talk their way into a date (which she promptly tells them to “fuck off” nicely).

It’s not that I am self-conscious about my figure. In fact I want to go because I have the right to maintain a healthy lifestyle with the bonus of going to the gym to maintain my slim figure. I am NOT there to look for a date (I have an amazing boyfriend). If I were to go to the gym for any type of “relationship” it would be a friendship with someone who will push me in workouts. I like having a support and encouragement while working out. Even if it is, “I can do xx amount of sit ups and I bet you can’t!” Childish? Oh most certainly.

Last week I took a quick look around and deemed it Munchkin Approved.

I think the biggest reason that I like the gym facility at the College is that it is a lot smaller than the one at the University.

Its one room with all the equipment grouped and only a small amount of mirrors (that are thankfully all along one wall) for the purpose of weight training. There are also treadmills, stair climber things, and a small selection of stationary bikes. There were both stationary weight machines and free weights which I look forward to using.

Probably the biggest turn on for me with the facility was there were not many people using it. Only two other guys were using while I took my quick peek around and they acknowledged me with a nice smile nod combination before turning back to their conversation. I hope that this is the type of welcome and environment that will be continuous throughout the year because I truly enjoyed it. Those men, whoever they were, proved that not all guys at the gym want to hook up or just to be disgusting neanderthals who have more muscle than brain.

What kind of gym experiences have you encountered? While in a post secondary facility did you use the gym? Let me know the comments below!

xx Emerald Munchkin xx

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7 Seconds to Beat the Masters

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Finally the results have come in from coach for the Skills Competition on Saturday!

Good news: Partner and I came in second in an event and did not fall into the river!
Bad news: Partner and I were unsuccessful in completeing all the events, I nearly had a breakdown while in our double on water, and partner ended up not being able to finish an event with me because she started getting a charlie horse while on water!

I told her to drink more water before we went out; I even told her to bring a filled water bottle with us on water!

So I am going to focus on the fact that we managed to almost beat out a master, who is also a part time coach for our rec group. Essentially what the event consisted of was that in our double we had three strokes, which we used our legs about 95% so we had a good run, before we were challenged to keep our oars off the water for as long as we could hold them up. In theory this should be a simple challenge but in reality it most definitely is not. Which is why, lo and behold, partner and I had been practicing this particular event for the week and two practices before the Skills Rodeo.

In the end we held out for 7 seconds. We metaphorically blew everyone out of the water with our time, even though we were beaten by part time coach with 8 seconds, and I swear everyone in 100ft of our boat went dead silent as they watched. That silence was only broken when our coach started cheering and whooping in the coach boat beside us!

Even though we got second in our event, and couldn’t even come close in the others, we were not given the coveted Red 10 gallon Cow-person hat which coach had bought and decorated herself.

When we were on the water waiting for our turn to do some of the events I thought I was going to breakdown and cry.

See I really don’t like doing competitions, I get super nervous and wake up that morning feeling like my stomach had decided that it had too much stomach acid in it so I would be needing to make a stop at the washroom to…get rid of it. I used to do a bit of competitive baton, ok more like almost 5 years of it, and I’ve also put my best foot forward in various types of dance but I don’t think I will ever be able to get over stage/regatta/competition fright.

The other coaches and volenteers who were floating around in other coach boats were not giving ideal directions nor were they judging everyone fairly. Put all this together with me starting to loose my patience quickly (thanks to the long wait between events and nervousness) one of the coaches even snapped at me! I was so tempted to give him the finger before rowing off to the dock to call it quits.

But I didn’t. Go me.

A Moment to think about a Future Splish Splash

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This munchkin is going to be in desperate need for dry clothing tomorrow. It has become evident, okay way more evident in any shape and form you could possibly imagine, that my rowing partner and I are going to be making a big splash tomorrow during the club wide Skills Rodeo.

Pause, since I believe there may be some head scratches in the audience. Let me put this into perspective for the non rowers who may be reading this blog post.

When you row in a boat there is a thin line, and even thinner portion of fibre/plexi glass, or whatever the boat is made up of, between you and the body of water you are literally sitting on. In my mind, and pretty much every rower’s mind that I have talked with, there is always an element of trust between the partners. Otherwise your boat could be sunk.

Literally.

So with this logic I am not at all confident because I really do not trust my partner for tomorrow. Maybe we will survive some of the events…but I already know its going to be a flip, splish, and splash.
Cross your fingers that it doesn’t happen!!

Lazy Arsed Rower? Really?

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On Monday I had rec-rowing in prep for our upcoming “Skills Rodeo” on Saturday.

Now normally I get to practice on time, or even ten to fifteen minutes early, but on Monday I ended up getting to practice nearly fifteen minutes late. My reason? I had to cook supper before I left and had to make sure that by the time I get back there would be some left over. Plus walk to the rowing club. I had earlier sent a text to my coach, who would normally be coaching, saying that I would be late. Unfortunately Monday my coach was not there and we had a sub-coach who was perfectly fine with me sitting in the coach boat during practice.

Good thing too, there was no more boats for me to row anyways. Unless I wanted to go into a single. (No thank you!)

So as I helped bring the coach boat gear down, filled a gas tank, and made sure we had enough life jackets/PFD’s etc. My friend noticed that I was wearing a life jacket (mandatory if you want to be in the coach boat as we have a river patrol boat who will stop you if you are not wearing one) and started to get a bit riled up.

When she got into my face about my appearance AFTER the boating assignments were given I simply told her, “Sorry but I had to make supper before I came.” I never meant it to be a stab at her or anything harsh. Since when did she have control over what happens before I come to rowing?

Her response? “You are such a lazy arsed rower,” she said to me in front of everyone on the dock. “I can’t believe you even showed up.” See the thing was this summer I worked evenings for most of the summer in six hour shifts so I missed generally all the practices. My friend on the other hand has a normal job so she was able to get to the summer practices.

Gee. Sorry? 

Finally my brain decided to get to work on a snappy come back but as that was happening I had a really hankering to shove her off the dock and into the river. FYI: Didn’t go through with it.

Tomorrow there is the final practice before the “Skills Rodeo” and my plan is to get there very early.