Last night we had a crew retreat at the boathouse. Because I'm slightly masochisitc (or so I've been told) I decided to keep my Wyoming friend Heidi company and re-row my 6K time trial on the ERG (read: rowing machine). After many bonding activities we slept on a cement floor with a thin coating of carpet, and then got up and rowed again at 7 a.m. My back hates me. I've been contemplating why exactly I'm doing crew at all. I can't think what possessed me to try it, and I can't imagine why I like it, but I'm obsessed with it now.

For those of you withing driving distance of Portland, PLU has its first regatta (like a track meet for boats) this weekend (Oct. 11). I may *keep your fingers crossed* be rowing, but I don't know for sure. They are only letting the top sixteen novice women row, the rest of us get to go anyway and watch. Either way, I'll be in Portland, and I want to try to see as many of you as possible! More details as I get them.

I was talking to a girl I found on the crew team who's a sophomore and from Missoula... all we can talk about is how we wish we had a Staggering Ox Sandwich.... mmmmmm!

Right, must go beg my boy down the hall to give me massage.