Saturday practice was … if I recall, hard. Coach JPT returned, and the expected practice, 20s at increasing rates, was preceded by a ton of heavy drill work (rowing by pairs, then fours, then sixes. Then more rowing by sixes, etc. etc). The aforementioned “increasing rate” was never higher than 28 spm.

Saturday after practice I got roped into having a real breakfast at The Varsity in Fremont, rather than the standard Peet’s coffee & PCC breakfast that is our tradition. The conversation between Melissa and the Varsity waitress went something like this:

Melissa: About your French Toast. Is it, like, white bread?

Waitress: Well, it’s like an egg bread.

M: But, like, it’s not healthy or anything, is it?

W: No. No, nothing about the French Toast is healthy.

M: Good. I’ll have the French Toast with an egg, and one slice of bacon and one sausage link.

Yummm. Me, I had the pancake, one egg and 2 sausage links. Did I mention practice was hard? Well, at least, I thought it was.