san diego | Chatty Cha

Yeah, so I’m kind of going backwards on the posting. Here is another meal from San Diego. Team meals are super fun for me. We stay in a hotel that has a kitchenette in each room, which is pretty crucial as we are all careful with what we are eating during a race weekend. We are a couple of blocks from a major supermarket, and we tend to go there once or twice a day. For dinner we gather in a hotel room/cottage/outdoor patio/etc. and we all bring something to the party. On the first night my hotel-mates and I made pasta salad to go along with the chicken we were barbecuing. (Sorry, no pic)

The next night was pasta night. “Jody, you’re cooking tonight” was the command from a certain rower, much to Jody’s surprise. As a Seattle firefighter she has the experience of cooking for large numbers. It was just pasta, but a lot of pasta.

At Jody’s request we went to the store bought and some supermarket-style brownies. These were extra-special because they were topped with chocolate icing. My teammates got into the spirit of this food blog I’ve been keeping and recommended that we “plate” this next one special.

Click here to see the lucky coxswain who got to take a bite. I suggested she replace the existing strawberry with a clean one, but she refused. Crazy girl.

Let me apologize again for the fuzzy pics. The lighting in the room was nil and I really dislike the look of the flash (see pasta pic above). I have to figure that one out. If you have tips/suggestions, please let me know.

My last post before heading down to San Diego. While down there, I may try to post remotely. Will have to see how it turns out. I’ve decided that a rock playlist is the way to go in terms of iTunes Playlists. It worked well for the Big Climb, and why mess with a good thing?

Beyond that, I’m focussing on “getting mean”. At the request demand of the coach, it’s time to get f-ing pissed. Or, as the coach would say, PISSED. So, I’m putting my insecurities and doubts away. I’m looking for aggression and fierceness. Saving it for Sunday, when I lay it all out on the water. This is my mantra. Get mad and get pissed. This isn’t just about me, it’s about eight other women, so it’s now or never.

No guts, no glory.

With that I’m ditching my pop playlist. “Road to San Diego” will keep me company instead. I tested it on the erg at lunch today — (2) 15-minute steady state pieces — and it worked well. On top of “69 Floors of Rock“, add to it: