last night i called my mom to check in on her. always good to keep in regular contact with the parents. she asked me how my rowing had been going. i told her that in just a few short months i had become an expert:
of course that isn’t me above, but soon i’m sure i’ll be olympic material. i can’t help it. i’m awesome. just kidding, i suppose i’m average for a beginner. i just like to talk about how great i am in jest. the other day my friend stephanie said i need to get some humility in my life. i told her if she came to one of the tuesday social rides then she would witness me in the most timid, humble, anxious state she has ever seen me in.
ANYWAY
my mom was proud of me for taking up rowing and then asked me if i go out on the water alone. well, of course i go out alone. i have only one schedule that i adhere to and that is my personal schedule. my mom, worried as usual, said that it may be dangerous for me to row alone. i couldn’t see why rowing would be dangerous, i tried to imagine several different scenarios and the only danger i could envision were the swans on town lake getting bout it with me. just yesterday a swan bucked up at me as i was rowing past. it freaked me out a little. birds are scary. don’t make me revisit the time i got attacked by two grackles in front of central market.
i finally asked my mom why she thought i should be so frightened of on town lake. her only response was,
“oh, i don’t know, claire. i don’t want any perverts lusting over you”
i should have told my mom that if i didn’t want perverts lusting over me then i would quit my job.
