Here's the setup - I erg up in the bonus room with my laptop connected to my 46" plasma TV with both screens active. The image on the TV is great for rowing, but not so great for reading small text, and the view of my laptop is compromised by the fact that my eyes have turned to $%#& since before I turned 50. Further complicating communications are; the fact that I hate typing on laptop keyboards in the first place and after a strenuous row, I'm trying to type while still strapped in the rower, cradling my laptop on my lap whilst my hands are shaky and sweaty.
So... I signed up for a 9-person 5k today at 17:30GMT. Had a pretty good row for me, but was breathing pretty hard at the end. After the row, the Danish gal that had also rowed suggested a cooldown which I was the only one to take her up on. She set up a 9-minute CD which we proceeded to row virtually neck & neck throughout. I was concentrating on keeping my heartrate below 135 while toying around with Pace and SPM (I had raised my Drag Factor from 100 to 115 prior to the row - also still experimenting) and hadn't a care in the world where she was relative to me. As it got to the end and we glided to the finish line side-by-side, I wondered briefly if she may have thought I'd stuck with her on purpose. I'm sure there was potential for some subconscious factors, but truthfully, whatever she was doing just happened to equate to an equal pace to what I was doing.
Anyway, after the CD, she says something along the lines of "nice row - smooth finish". I don't remember exactly, but it was innocuous.
To which I replied "yes, I was letting my heart rate dictate pace rather than testes"
What really happened: I was typing the sentence in the little chat box and when I got to the word "testosterone", I inadvertently whisked my thumb across the laptop trackpad (another reason I hate typing on laptops) which relocated my cursor out of the chat box. Hitting Enter wouldn't input the message I thought I typed, so I manually clicked the Send button. To my horror, that's what appeared on my screen.
I immediately responded with "sry", but she played it off like nothing happened with "I need to do more HR limiting" (paraphrasing).
I then said "I meant to type testosterone" to which she laughed and said she understood.
Hurried to say goodbye and backed slowly away from the erg....
So now there's some innocent Danish gal out there that has confirmed that all American men are jerks.... lol
