sharelle: (Affection (Wash/Zoe))
Because you can never have too many good things in your life, and because we tend to overlook the good stuff far too often, here, in no particular order (and for no other reason than I felt like it), are 101 things that make my life awesome! I was surprised by how short a time it took me to list them all. (The best part was I probably could have kept going!)

101 Things That Make My Life Awesome! )
sharelle: (Affection (Wash/Zoe))
Because you can never have too many good things in your life, and because we tend to overlook the good stuff far too often, here, in no particular order (and for no other reason than I felt like it), are 101 things that make my life awesome! I was surprised by how short a time it took me to list them all. (The best part was I probably could have kept going!)

101 Things That Make My Life Awesome! )
sharelle: (Fencing Exchange)
The results for yesterday's Canoe-A-Thon are posted already. That really surprised me, since last year we waited for a few days. (They must be more efficient this year.)

Calculating in the seconds as well as the minutes it took to complete the race, looks like Dad and I ended up in 8th place overall. But we stayed in 2nd in our category, so I'm pretty psyched. I'm assuming these standings are more or less official by now, so we just have to contact them to see about our ribbons. *squee*

You'll see us about a quarter of the way down the page, the second male/female finishers from the "Blakely" launch site. 1 hour, 29 minutes on the nose. Whee!
sharelle: (Fencing Exchange)
The results for yesterday's Canoe-A-Thon are posted already. That really surprised me, since last year we waited for a few days. (They must be more efficient this year.)

Calculating in the seconds as well as the minutes it took to complete the race, looks like Dad and I ended up in 8th place overall. But we stayed in 2nd in our category, so I'm pretty psyched. I'm assuming these standings are more or less official by now, so we just have to contact them to see about our ribbons. *squee*

You'll see us about a quarter of the way down the page, the second male/female finishers from the "Blakely" launch site. 1 hour, 29 minutes on the nose. Whee!
sharelle: (Surrender to Destiny (from chusfault))
Athletic gods. Or so sayeth one of the women who was in the race with us this morning (who also happens to be married to a friend of my dad's). But it was still pretty cool to hear. *G*

The canoe race went fabulously. )

I am quite sore (especially my arms and my back), and ready for a really good sleep, but all in all it was a great day! The official rankings will be posted on the internet in a few days. When they factor in the minutes and the seconds together, it may change our placing a bit. But even if that happens, I'm thrilled with the job we did.

Yep. We are as gods.
sharelle: (Surrender to Destiny (from chusfault))
Athletic gods. Or so sayeth one of the women who was in the race with us this morning (who also happens to be married to a friend of my dad's). But it was still pretty cool to hear. *G*

The canoe race went fabulously. )

I am quite sore (especially my arms and my back), and ready for a really good sleep, but all in all it was a great day! The official rankings will be posted on the internet in a few days. When they factor in the minutes and the seconds together, it may change our placing a bit. But even if that happens, I'm thrilled with the job we did.

Yep. We are as gods.
sharelle: (Rummi1)
God, what an awful week this has been. Just, stress out the wazoo. I wouldn't even know where to begin at this point, so I'm not going to . . . at least not tonight because I'm totally wiped out. Let's just say that (A) honor students? Sometimes they can be the nastiest and most petty people to work with, and wherever I end up working next year, I hope to never moderate the National Honor Society again. And (B), when my stress-level is at its peak, there are some people that I simply can't trust to help me out. (Grr. Argh.)

There were a few bright shining moments, however. I've learned that "Out of Joint" is getting a mention here and there, which thrills me to no end. (Thank you so much to [livejournal.com profile] petzipellepingo and [livejournal.com profile] hobbituk for the heads-up. You made my week. Seriously. You have no idea how something so simple lifted my spirits so much. *G*)

Finally, it's time for the Canoe-A-Thon once again! Tomorrow, in fact. This year my usual partner decided he'd rather indulge in the Kentucky Derby than in the race's entrance fee, which is just as well because if he left me to paddle alone while he snapped photos of our fellow racers who'd crashed along the bank...one...more...time, I swear I would knock him overboard. This year I'm racing with my father, and I really have a feeling we have a chance at placing. (Though anything can happen, really. Those who have been hanging around my LJ for a while know that the annual canoe race can result in its fair share of mishaps.)

Wish me luck!
sharelle: (Rummi1)
God, what an awful week this has been. Just, stress out the wazoo. I wouldn't even know where to begin at this point, so I'm not going to . . . at least not tonight because I'm totally wiped out. Let's just say that (A) honor students? Sometimes they can be the nastiest and most petty people to work with, and wherever I end up working next year, I hope to never moderate the National Honor Society again. And (B), when my stress-level is at its peak, there are some people that I simply can't trust to help me out. (Grr. Argh.)

There were a few bright shining moments, however. I've learned that "Out of Joint" is getting a mention here and there, which thrills me to no end. (Thank you so much to [livejournal.com profile] petzipellepingo and [livejournal.com profile] hobbituk for the heads-up. You made my week. Seriously. You have no idea how something so simple lifted my spirits so much. *G*)

Finally, it's time for the Canoe-A-Thon once again! Tomorrow, in fact. This year my usual partner decided he'd rather indulge in the Kentucky Derby than in the race's entrance fee, which is just as well because if he left me to paddle alone while he snapped photos of our fellow racers who'd crashed along the bank...one...more...time, I swear I would knock him overboard. This year I'm racing with my father, and I really have a feeling we have a chance at placing. (Though anything can happen, really. Those who have been hanging around my LJ for a while know that the annual canoe race can result in its fair share of mishaps.)

Wish me luck!
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Well, John called this morning a little after 7:00. Canoe race canceled due to excessive rain. I'm actually kinda glad -- I was feeling awfully tired this morning.

So, back to bed I go.
sharelle: (Default)
Well, John called this morning a little after 7:00. Canoe race canceled due to excessive rain. I'm actually kinda glad -- I was feeling awfully tired this morning.

So, back to bed I go.
sharelle: (Default)
Not sure if I'm making a mistake here, but I signed up for another canoe race on Sunday, this time with the folks from FEX. Valerie and I are going to be the official women's team and John is lending us his racing canoe. ("Like lightning," he says.) Trouble is, he's pretty gung-ho about us coming in with a trophy of some sort. I'd love that, but since it's a different kind of canoe than I'm used to (and I have to paddle from the rear since Val doesn't know how, which I'm also not used to), it may not go as smoothly as he envisions. 11 miles this time, and so far it looks like it will be a nice day. Should be fun either way.

Mark said that since we're a bunch of fencers involved in this race, we should engage in some river piracy. Some full-contact Buccaneers-Meet-American-Gladiator strategies -- bring our swords, wear eye patches, growl "arrrgh" every few yards, try to board other canoes. You know, normal stuff.

Yes, I think a good time will be had by all.
sharelle: (Default)
Not sure if I'm making a mistake here, but I signed up for another canoe race on Sunday, this time with the folks from FEX. Valerie and I are going to be the official women's team and John is lending us his racing canoe. ("Like lightning," he says.) Trouble is, he's pretty gung-ho about us coming in with a trophy of some sort. I'd love that, but since it's a different kind of canoe than I'm used to (and I have to paddle from the rear since Val doesn't know how, which I'm also not used to), it may not go as smoothly as he envisions. 11 miles this time, and so far it looks like it will be a nice day. Should be fun either way.

Mark said that since we're a bunch of fencers involved in this race, we should engage in some river piracy. Some full-contact Buccaneers-Meet-American-Gladiator strategies -- bring our swords, wear eye patches, growl "arrrgh" every few yards, try to board other canoes. You know, normal stuff.

Yes, I think a good time will be had by all.
sharelle: (Ciao! (from beamer242))
They finally posted the Canoe-a-Thon Results. Nick and I didn't place as well as we initially thought, though we did better our time from last year (and, of course, we didn't fall in, which is, as I said, already 100% better).

If anyone besides me finds this remotely interesting, you'll find us in 7th place under "Blakely Adult Mixed." Finishing 8 miles in less than an hour and 15 minutes wasn't too shabby. Though, admittedly, we probably would have done better if a certain partner hadn't stopped steering all those times to take photos of our capsized competitors. *G*
sharelle: (Ciao! (from beamer242))
They finally posted the Canoe-a-Thon Results. Nick and I didn't place as well as we initially thought, though we did better our time from last year (and, of course, we didn't fall in, which is, as I said, already 100% better).

If anyone besides me finds this remotely interesting, you'll find us in 7th place under "Blakely Adult Mixed." Finishing 8 miles in less than an hour and 15 minutes wasn't too shabby. Though, admittedly, we probably would have done better if a certain partner hadn't stopped steering all those times to take photos of our capsized competitors. *G*
sharelle: (Ciao! (from beamer242))
Riverfest time!

And we did so much better than last year! However, I’m just as sore. Nice, though, that it’s not from being dragged under the canoe this time and more from paddling-related jelly-arms. I wish I could say the same for everyone.

One teenaged girl in front of us toppled her kayak and we nearly hit her. (I kind of thought she’d be in trouble when she got into her boat on the shore and then asked how she was supposed to get it to the water.) I saw her at the finish line later and I really hope she finished. It had to be hard and discouraging, especially since she was alone, so I hope she got back in and kept going. It's easly to give up after something like that. I know I wanted to after our big spill last year. Along other parts of the river, boats were scattered like a nautical graveyard. One canoe was completely submerged with water flowing over the top. The canoe-rental place is going to have its hands full!

Gene and Will started at the 12-mile mark instead of with us at the 8 (read: more rapids!), and fell in four times. Plus their boat had a leak. (Gene’s a bit heavier than Will, so he, in combination with all the water flooding their boat, kept lifting the front end up.) They made pretty good time, considering. But, god, were they soaked! And freezing! And Gene lost his favorite hat.

Nick and I managed to hold on to our camera this time, so we’ll have photographic evidence of our trip. Didn’t fall in this year, so we already did 100% better than last year. There’s a chance we may have placed too, though, so we’ll have to check the results when they’re posted! And to top it all off, some of my students showed to see us off. Love them sometimes!
sharelle: (Ciao! (from beamer242))
Riverfest time!

And we did so much better than last year! However, I’m just as sore. Nice, though, that it’s not from being dragged under the canoe this time and more from paddling-related jelly-arms. I wish I could say the same for everyone.

One teenaged girl in front of us toppled her kayak and we nearly hit her. (I kind of thought she’d be in trouble when she got into her boat on the shore and then asked how she was supposed to get it to the water.) I saw her at the finish line later and I really hope she finished. It had to be hard and discouraging, especially since she was alone, so I hope she got back in and kept going. It's easly to give up after something like that. I know I wanted to after our big spill last year. Along other parts of the river, boats were scattered like a nautical graveyard. One canoe was completely submerged with water flowing over the top. The canoe-rental place is going to have its hands full!

Gene and Will started at the 12-mile mark instead of with us at the 8 (read: more rapids!), and fell in four times. Plus their boat had a leak. (Gene’s a bit heavier than Will, so he, in combination with all the water flooding their boat, kept lifting the front end up.) They made pretty good time, considering. But, god, were they soaked! And freezing! And Gene lost his favorite hat.

Nick and I managed to hold on to our camera this time, so we’ll have photographic evidence of our trip. Didn’t fall in this year, so we already did 100% better than last year. There’s a chance we may have placed too, though, so we’ll have to check the results when they’re posted! And to top it all off, some of my students showed to see us off. Love them sometimes!
sharelle: (Ooops!)
Sore.

I knew I'd be sore. *arms falling off*

Took my little boat trip yesterday with Gene, Nick and Charlie. Nick and I were in one canoe (one of the only male/female teams that I noticed) and Charlie and Gene in the other. We've been talking big all week about how we're going to win the whole thing. (Or at least how we planned on crushing each other.) I must say that my delusions actually held out for longer than they should have.

First, we took a ride to the finish line to make sure I knew where to pick up my car. Then I drove to the launch site and met up with my fellow teammates. (Dad took my car and left it at the finish for me.) We kind of just walked around purposeless for about an hour until the Guy In Charge blew his whistle to signal that we were about to start. (I kept asking Nick about that required safety course that we were supposed to take. He just laughed. I thought he was trying to indicate that he had been joking about the safety course, but found out later that he really just didn't know what was going on either.)

So Heat 1 (us) headed down to the river and Guy In Charge finally gave us our safety lesson:

Guy In Charge: The conditions for today's race are just about perfect. There are a few points I'd like to make regarding safety before you launch.
Boaters: Okay
GIC: If you get wet and think you might be getting hypothermia, make your way to the nearest bridge and someone there will help you.
Boaters: Erm...okay.
GIC: Anyone here never been in a canoe before?
( A few nervous people raise their hands including Charlie.)
GIC: (smiles and nods at them) Well, good luck to you! Thirty seconds to launch!
Me: (snickering) Great safety lesson!

At this point, I'm still laughing at all the newbies, thinking that Nick and I are going to win. We've both canoed quite a bit in our lives. (I've never done so on a river, but Nick has, so we'll be great, right?) The starter's whistle goes off, and we launch. Right away Nick and I are out in front. (And going pretty fast -- at the time not realizing just how long 8 miles actually is. I had this idea that the river's current would be doing most of the work for us anyway, so I'm feeling pretty good right about now.)

Charlie and Gene come along beside us. ("Darn them," I thought, "No way are they passing us out!") Charlie remarks about how in horse races the ones that start off strong fall behind by the end. Then they go past us.

So, about 200 yards into the race that I planned on winning, things go downhill. Charlie's and Gene's canoe gets caught in the current and their bow hits shore, turning them sideways in front of us. We hit them immediately and as we try to turn I feel the boat tilt under me.

The next thing I know, I'm under water.

I don't remember registering whether or not the water was cold, although a few moments later that certainly hit me! I just remember thinking: Hey! I'm actually in the water! Can't be! I'm supposed to win this thing!

So my head finally breaks the surface and I couldn't see a thing. I'm actually surprised that I didn't lose my sunglasses, although we did lose our camera. (Along with my delusions of grandeur, it was the lone casualty of our trip.) I'm also surprised that I didn't get whacked in the head by one of the other canoes that I was so happy to have had behind me 30 seconds ago! Nick and I struggled to get the boat upright and get to the side of the river -- not an easy task since the current was a lot stronger than it looked! Then we had the fun job of trying to get all the water out of the canoe. Easier in a lake, since you can get underneath and lift it over your head to flip it, harder in a river when the water is only shin-deep and you have to just pick the canoe up, water and all. Very heavy!

We finally got the canoe righted and were on our way again, last place this time. And throughout the rest of the race, we kept getting turned around. (At one point, Nick got so frustrated that our canoe kept wanting to go backwards, he suggested that we just turn our bodies around instead of the canoe. Several "helpful" people on the shore thought they would enlighten us by calling out that we were facing the wrong way. Thanks.)

We finally got a rhythm, and we didn't fall over again (though we came close). We even managed to pass several people, taking advantage of the fact that they had tipped their canoes as well. This included Charlie and Gene. I didn't feel too badly about that. We had already paid our dues after all. I think we were the sixth boat to cross the finish line. So overall, we didn't do too badly. Not what I had had in mind, but we bounced back. And we did beat Charlie and Gene. (Probably all I could realistically hope for.)

I gotta say that when GIC said that if you got into trouble to just head for the nearest bridge, um, there were no bridges near were we got into trouble! Not for at least several minutes. And most of the ones we saw along the route were deserted railroad bridges with no spectators. I don't know who would be around to help somebody there if they needed it!

It was lots of fun, though. I may not have gotten a trophy, but I won't be wearing skirts for a while due to the "badges of honor" that I received on my legs from falling out of the canoe! Waterlogged or not, I ended up having a blast! (And I think our inital spill was the slap of reality that I needed.) I'd certainly do it again!

Some of the kids insisted that they were going to come watch. I didn't think they would, (perish the thought of 10:00 on a Saturday morning!), but it's too bad they didn't. That picture of me groping my way out of the river was probably priceless.

And we did lose our own camera.
sharelle: (Ooops!)
Sore.

I knew I'd be sore. *arms falling off*

Took my little boat trip yesterday with Gene, Nick and Charlie. Nick and I were in one canoe (one of the only male/female teams that I noticed) and Charlie and Gene in the other. We've been talking big all week about how we're going to win the whole thing. (Or at least how we planned on crushing each other.) I must say that my delusions actually held out for longer than they should have.

First, we took a ride to the finish line to make sure I knew where to pick up my car. Then I drove to the launch site and met up with my fellow teammates. (Dad took my car and left it at the finish for me.) We kind of just walked around purposeless for about an hour until the Guy In Charge blew his whistle to signal that we were about to start. (I kept asking Nick about that required safety course that we were supposed to take. He just laughed. I thought he was trying to indicate that he had been joking about the safety course, but found out later that he really just didn't know what was going on either.)

So Heat 1 (us) headed down to the river and Guy In Charge finally gave us our safety lesson:

Guy In Charge: The conditions for today's race are just about perfect. There are a few points I'd like to make regarding safety before you launch.
Boaters: Okay
GIC: If you get wet and think you might be getting hypothermia, make your way to the nearest bridge and someone there will help you.
Boaters: Erm...okay.
GIC: Anyone here never been in a canoe before?
( A few nervous people raise their hands including Charlie.)
GIC: (smiles and nods at them) Well, good luck to you! Thirty seconds to launch!
Me: (snickering) Great safety lesson!

At this point, I'm still laughing at all the newbies, thinking that Nick and I are going to win. We've both canoed quite a bit in our lives. (I've never done so on a river, but Nick has, so we'll be great, right?) The starter's whistle goes off, and we launch. Right away Nick and I are out in front. (And going pretty fast -- at the time not realizing just how long 8 miles actually is. I had this idea that the river's current would be doing most of the work for us anyway, so I'm feeling pretty good right about now.)

Charlie and Gene come along beside us. ("Darn them," I thought, "No way are they passing us out!") Charlie remarks about how in horse races the ones that start off strong fall behind by the end. Then they go past us.

So, about 200 yards into the race that I planned on winning, things go downhill. Charlie's and Gene's canoe gets caught in the current and their bow hits shore, turning them sideways in front of us. We hit them immediately and as we try to turn I feel the boat tilt under me.

The next thing I know, I'm under water.

I don't remember registering whether or not the water was cold, although a few moments later that certainly hit me! I just remember thinking: Hey! I'm actually in the water! Can't be! I'm supposed to win this thing!

So my head finally breaks the surface and I couldn't see a thing. I'm actually surprised that I didn't lose my sunglasses, although we did lose our camera. (Along with my delusions of grandeur, it was the lone casualty of our trip.) I'm also surprised that I didn't get whacked in the head by one of the other canoes that I was so happy to have had behind me 30 seconds ago! Nick and I struggled to get the boat upright and get to the side of the river -- not an easy task since the current was a lot stronger than it looked! Then we had the fun job of trying to get all the water out of the canoe. Easier in a lake, since you can get underneath and lift it over your head to flip it, harder in a river when the water is only shin-deep and you have to just pick the canoe up, water and all. Very heavy!

We finally got the canoe righted and were on our way again, last place this time. And throughout the rest of the race, we kept getting turned around. (At one point, Nick got so frustrated that our canoe kept wanting to go backwards, he suggested that we just turn our bodies around instead of the canoe. Several "helpful" people on the shore thought they would enlighten us by calling out that we were facing the wrong way. Thanks.)

We finally got a rhythm, and we didn't fall over again (though we came close). We even managed to pass several people, taking advantage of the fact that they had tipped their canoes as well. This included Charlie and Gene. I didn't feel too badly about that. We had already paid our dues after all. I think we were the sixth boat to cross the finish line. So overall, we didn't do too badly. Not what I had had in mind, but we bounced back. And we did beat Charlie and Gene. (Probably all I could realistically hope for.)

I gotta say that when GIC said that if you got into trouble to just head for the nearest bridge, um, there were no bridges near were we got into trouble! Not for at least several minutes. And most of the ones we saw along the route were deserted railroad bridges with no spectators. I don't know who would be around to help somebody there if they needed it!

It was lots of fun, though. I may not have gotten a trophy, but I won't be wearing skirts for a while due to the "badges of honor" that I received on my legs from falling out of the canoe! Waterlogged or not, I ended up having a blast! (And I think our inital spill was the slap of reality that I needed.) I'd certainly do it again!

Some of the kids insisted that they were going to come watch. I didn't think they would, (perish the thought of 10:00 on a Saturday morning!), but it's too bad they didn't. That picture of me groping my way out of the river was probably priceless.

And we did lose our own camera.

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