ah. week's been not too great.
sister's back from good ol' europe. with a bagful of goodies. fendi bag. hermes belt. hugo bosses. and furlas. wowiee.
picked out 3 earrings. they are so gorgrous. and my paul frank sweater is still with her friend. ohwell.
training yesterday was tough.
not really, the programme. i mean, at this point, i think we're all used to the madness of the intensity.
but rather, the mental part of it.
unvoiced disagreements of the frequency. that is, until the other boats forced it up.
and not knowing if i shld shout at my fella in front.
it was rather different with tammy. we could, scream and shout at each other. twas good. positive encouragement although we each might have sounded a tad aggresive to each other at times. i mean, that's the spirit of rowing aint it.
but somehow, it's different now with hw. there's less of a conviction, and can-do spirit. and half the time, i'm thinking if i should yell smt to up the frequency but i end up keeping quiet. because, really, nothing's going to change. and she might end up thinking that i'm this pushy thing whose strokes are even worse than hers and therefore has no right to tell her anything.
it was never like that with tammy.
but nvm.
i'm thinking, next training, i'll say whatever i want. i'll push her to up the frequency, and myself to pull harder.
guess it'll only work that way huh.