Everyone who I told that I was going to a rowing camp thought I was nuts. I probably am. And when I tell them it's at the Naval Academy, they always get this look. This look that says, "wow, that's hardcore." And also conveys at least a hint of, "can you handle that?" I think it is going to be very intense, but less hardcore than it sounds because rowers of all skill levels participate. I say that, but I am also terrified.
Although the camp doesn't start until Monday morning, I am leaving today to spend the weekend with a friend in Baltimore. The weekend o' fun will include a James Taylor concert at the pier and an Orioles-Red Sox game. My friend left repeated facebook messages tempting me with the game before I committed to flying in a couple days early. That girl knows me. I think it should be a fun weekend, followed by an interesting week. The weekend in Baltimore has to be better than my last trip there (the after the bar exam debacle).
During the rowing camp, to offset the pain I'm sure I will be feeling during the day (and probably for several days afterwards), I will be staying at a fancy hotel at night. I figure I will deserve a little luxury by the end of the day, and if I have to check in with work eventually, it will be much nicer to do so from a heavenly bed.