I ran 10 miles on Saturday, it was hilly, hot, humid, I walked a lot on the way back, and when I ran, I ran very slowly, and the run lasted forever, I'll never be able to finish a marathon, why did I start this, I suck, blah blah blah blah, etc. Who cares.
Meanwhile, over in Belgium, your U.S. national rowing men's 4 with cox made it to the World finals today. There were six boats in the "A" final (the only event we cared about, since Number One Daughter's BF was in it, for those of you just tuning in), and here are the results:
(Those are minutes, people.)
New Zealand set a new world record.
I asked NOD how the BF felt about this result, and she said, "Well, he was upset, but then he realized that the U.S. came in sixth in the world."
See, this is what separates the champs from the chumps.
I know how much I hate coming in last. I can only imagine what these guys felt, when they're so used to coming in first.
But somehow, despite their disappointment, I don't think I'm going to hear any of them moaning about how they suck. In fact, NOD told me that all the teams went out together last night to paaar-tttyyy, and the best part (according to the BF) was that they all exchanged rowing gear.
So, in my book, our boys get big fat ten:
(P.S. Kudos to the women's eight who brought home the gold medal!)