Last week, I finished reading Daniel James Brown's The Boys in the Boat. It's the story of the University of Washington's 1936 rowing team and their journey to the Olympic games in Berlin that year. In case you are not familiar with my geography, I don't live anywhere even remotely close to a large enough body of water for rowing to be a blip on my radar.
But I did really enjoy the book! As someone who has been drinking the crossfit kool-aid for just about 2 years now, I found the physical description of rowing amusing. It's the only exercise around that works every muscle in your body from head to toe all while sitting on your butt. I smiled to myself as I read over that part, and thought "I know about sore muscles."
Turns out I don't really. I did my first rowing for time workout last week, 30 minutes of straight rowing, which for me turned out to be 3.8 miles.
And then my whole everything hurt for four full days afterward. All I could think about was how that Daniel J Brown was not even kidding around. And also, no wonder those crew boys in Boston started the November Project so they could stay in shape in the off season!
Since this is technically a post about a book...and I'm still a tiny bit cranky about my experience at the library today, I will vent. For a sentence or two anyway.
The library, one of my favoritest places to go, has switched to all self-serve check out kiosks. No more making small talk with the librarians about what's new and other great book choices. The only way you get to interact with the librarian now is if you are checking out a DVD or CD and they have to remove the security lock on the case.