Or 26 and a bit miles. Marathons are weird. Why do we do them? They’re inspired by a greek guy ran 13 miles one direction, turned around and ran back, then promptly died. Someone heard this story and thought, “hey, sounds fun.” (Runners; they’re truly insane)
Anyway, 3:03:46.3 of effort and I had rowed all 42,195m in a herculean effort (get it, cause Greece) of endurance and an incredibly sore arse. Who’d have thought a sport that involves sitting down would be so difficult. It was all in aid of charity, raising money for the Lafayette Urban ministries and involved great effort from everyone around the club, some of who were at the mall we did this in for a lot longer than others. That being said, no amount of goodwill or money could ever make me do a marathon again. (Blatant lie, I’d do it for £50) It’s a bucket list type thing for sure, i’m glad I ticked it off. That being said, I’m done with ergs. Get me in a boat!
Indiana’s winter, it turns out, sucks. It varies between “holy hell that’s a lot of snow” and “hmmm, I think I might have frostbite everywhere” levels of cold, interspersed with two or three days of mild weather that provide false hope of the endless frigid wasteland being something other than that. I hate snow. It’s cold, it’s wet and provides a wonderful friction free surface to look like an absolute tit on. Purdue help this along by plowing the sidewalks, compacting the snow down into a wonderfully slick surface on every path that you walk on to lectures. Or by gritting with the contents of a small quarry everywhere, which sticks to your shoes and is consequently dragged everywhere throughout the halls. How is it that somewhere that’s hotter than home in the summer is literally colder than the North Pole in it’s never ending winter. It honestly feels like I’m north of the wall.
Despite temperatures more suitable for freezing meat produce than outdoor activities, the men’s team went paintballing. Inviting a coach seemed like ideal stress relief until it turned out that he was actually Canadian special forces the entire time. Also, he was a cox before and small people are hard to hit. And it turns out that he’s pretty ruthless. I sincerely wish that we could have given him the firing squad treatment, especially with “surprise workouts” being a thing.
Crew semi-formal was a nice break from dying on an erg that didn’t involve being shot with high velocity projectiles. Dress up nice, dance, take numerous selfies with Clara’s phone after she foolishly entrusted it to you to look after (honestly Apple, silly design feature). I also didn’t mind not looking like a giraffe towering over people on a dance floor for once. Always nice.
Anyways, New York next week with the family. 24 hour train journey. Looking forward to that. In the mean time, little news report that covered our marathon. We bet Eyster he couldn’t say the word ‘community’ a hundred times in the interview, bless him he tried his hardest.