Nobody trains for second place. Especially when it come to rowing. Justify yourselves, rowers- You spend your spring break up at 6 am and spend every afternoon exhausting yourself. It all comes down to a six minute race. Are you going to prove yourself? If you’re not willing to give everything you’ve got, then go home!
The boat is put to bed and so is this cycle of marathon training! Yesterday, Mike and my coach helped me get my rowing shell from the lake to the house and then hoisted up to it’s winter home- dangling from the ceiling of our garage. Every time I walk out the back door, I’ll be greeted with inspiration for winter training.
I had been faithful with weight lifting for 5 years. In the second season of Ironman training. I just couldn’t keep up the volume, weight lift and recover well. It’s been two years since my last Ironman and I still haven’t returned to my previous schedule. I’ve had some spurts, but the last spurt was at least 3 months ago. Time to get those upper body muscles back! The minute Marine Corps Marathon is over, I’ll be a gym regular.
Yesterday was also my last training run! Just two miles and honestly it felt kind of crappy. I tend to get stiff and running in the morning helps me move better all day. When I don’t run very much, I feel creaky and sore. No worries- 26.2 miles is plenty of time to warm up. And warm may be the operative word. Every time I look at the forecast it’s a few degrees warmer for race day. Whatever! I’m excited about the race and I’m excited for it to be over.
Here we are: my first contribution to the Pearlrose Bomb, using a combination of several anon prompts from yesterday - thank you, once again!
Featuring full on Pink Diamond and rampant headcanon/speculation, brief appearances by Ruby and Sapphire, and Pearl supporting and comforting Rose, as something of change. ~1700 words
Never Leave The Stream
supposed she should have been grateful that they only held these once per
about a public appearance and general address was built to impress - thus it supposedly followed that it had to be painstakingly rehearsed
down to the last tiny and likely utterly inconsequential detail. In an
incredibly rare occurrence of White wholeheartedly agreeing with her,
it was a colossal waste of their time.
Diamond, bringer of order.
was always so dramatic - carefully calculated for maximum effect,
with hundreds of Gems toiling endless hours over elaborate, flashy
stages. And for what?
Diamond, bringer of knowledge.
attending crowds were always wowed easily enough. Still, as Blue was
so very fond of pointing out, there existed certain standards, and
they had to be upheld.
Diamond, bringer of prosperity.
really, the way Blue talked about these things, one would think the
fate of all Gemkind hinged on the ends of her cloak being lit just
and she’d had more than one terrified agate Retired over a failure
to properly handle technical difficulties.
Diamond, bringer of life.
could never quite make up her mind whether she loved or hated being
last in their well-established order of appearance.
So. The Olympics are coming to a close- coming to a close
after an incredible, ground breaking (and record breaking) display of talent
and skill from athletes across nations. From Simone Biles to Usain Bolt, from
Michael Phelps to the O’Donnonvan brothers, records have been shattered at an
astonishing level this year. But, with these Olympics, another issue has been
brought to light, one bigger than this competition, and bigger than any one of
those athletes. It’s the same issue that caused Fox news reporters to criticize
our new American gold medalist gymnast for her hair, and commenting that he
would not like to watch women compete if they finished their race, routine, or
game looking like “a washed out rag” or that “her zits are showing.” It’s the same
issue that caused countless news stations to credit a woman’s gold medal to her
husband’s work rather than her own. It’s the same issue that made an Olympic
swimmer mentioning the challenges posed by her menstrual cycle, be considered “groundbreaking”
and “shocking.” And it’s the same issue that I cannot ignore when I am unable
to watch the sports I love and the athletes I admire because my broadcasting
service decides that I, as a woman, don’t really
care about the competition or sport, but really only actually care about the
Olympics as a “reality show” designed as simple, mindless entertainment.
When I hit the water in a rowing shell, when I move in
unison with my teammates, I do not do
it for the fun of it. Often, it’s not fun at all. It hurts. It hurts like hell
and back, hurts like fire and electricity rippling through my muscles. But I do
it because it makes me feel powerful. I do it because when I am hurting like
words I cannot voice, like I cannot explain, I know that every woman in front
of and behind me is feeling the same, in time and in harmony with me. It is an orchestra
of pain and determination and strength and passion. It is beautiful. That is
the essence of the Olympic games, the beauty and passion and flow of sport, the
pain turned to pride, the failures building to victory. This is what I know in
my heart as a rower- this is what all of the women who stand by me as my
teammates and my friends know as rowers, as runners and gymnasts, as swimmers
and divers and hurdlers and weight lifters. This is what we, as women, know. It
is what we have earned as athletes. So no, I do not want to watch a washed out
reality show when I turn on the Olympics. I don’t care about the gymnasts’
diets, or exactly who so-and-so was seen flirting with in the Olympic village.
What I care about is turning on the TV and seeing women who aspire like me, who
push like me and fight like me and refuse to give up. I want to see women I can
look up to and admire for their persistence and strength. I want to see women
valued for the very same things their men counterparts are valued for: their
form, technique, strength and talent.
Perhaps, just now, we are too entranced with the glitter and
flash of media’s vanity to reach that point just now. Possibly, then, we women
just have to “be patient” until the time comes when we can be judged by our
ability over our skin or hair or makeup. Maybe we just have to wait a few more
years until we can openly talk about our bodies, the functions they perform and
how they affect our athletic performances and abilities, without being
It might be a personal flaw, but I’m not terribly patient. I
understand, as a network, the goal is the same: to attract views. But perhaps
then the ideal way to do that is to consider real women and the athletes
that they are, to consider that women fight and sweat and achieve in the same
way and with the same passion as men, and that maybe, just maybe, if you can
show five hours of unadulterated football, that they can honor the
conglomeration of culture, passion, talent and spirit that is the Olympics
enough to show all athletes of any gender, equal respect. And the same respect,
in fact, to both of their viewers.