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What..... a.... day!
May. 18th, 2004 11:16 pmThis is simultaneously a race day posting and a REALLY GROSS CADAVER DAY. I warned ya.
9 AM: Take mini practical on joint and muscle measurement. This went pretty well.
Noon: Go home to get some stuff
3 PM: Cadaver lab. our job today was to saw our female cadaver in half from the crotch up through the navel, so everyone can see the way the body structures look in profile.
Translation: My lab mate took one foot and I took the other foot, and we each pulled as hard as we could (trying to get the cadaver to do the splits). One of the guys took the bone saw and started sawing.
I could not saw. I could not look. I could not stand it. I didn't want to think about it.
So I started to sing (which lately I do when I'm stressed out):
"A PEANUT sat on the RAILROAD TRACKS... his HEART was all A-FLUTter
THE five-fifteen came ROLLING by... toot toot, peanut butter!"
It's still happening. So I keep singing.
"Well, it's MOOSE, MOOSE, I like a MOOSE, and I've had many women (at this point, the lab mate looked at me strangely, but I bravely continued) and my LIFE's been quite LOOSE... but I've NEVER had ANYONE quite like a moose."
Hmm, it's still happening, and I think my choices are Sing or Lose It.
"Well, I went to Cincinnati and I walked around the block, and I walked right in to a DONUT shop... I handed the lady a five cent piece, and I pulled me a donut out of the grease."
Sigh. Everyone in the class may think I am nuts. But I survived to the end of the lab and went to go race. (That's right, it's a Tuesday, which is oval track criterium day.)
I got there; we got moving; they announced a prime, and I got dropped. Fine. (I need more hard efforts in my legs; I can keep a high steady pace on my own just fine, but put me where I have to match my speed to someone else's, and the results are bad.) I chased for a while, then was assaulted by a vision of a split-open cadaver. At that point I wanted to quit and be done for the day- please someone wash out my neurons with bleach so I do not see that anymore- Please.
Right just then, a group of picknicking middle aged ladies chose that exact moment to yell, "GO GIRL!!!!"
Can't quit now. Other women are watching. Gotta stay in. Gender pride is on the line here.
Fine. I looked around; the pack was half a lap ahead; I started to try to chase back on, and it took them quite a while to catch me. Right when I caught back on, the announcer called prime #2 (that is, a prize for the next lap) and I got dropped again. This time I caught up after getting dropped.
So the count is:
Last time Dropped and lapped twice
This time Dropped twice, lapped once, caught on once
Et voila, progress!
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9 AM: Take mini practical on joint and muscle measurement. This went pretty well.
Noon: Go home to get some stuff
3 PM: Cadaver lab. our job today was to saw our female cadaver in half from the crotch up through the navel, so everyone can see the way the body structures look in profile.
Translation: My lab mate took one foot and I took the other foot, and we each pulled as hard as we could (trying to get the cadaver to do the splits). One of the guys took the bone saw and started sawing.
I could not saw. I could not look. I could not stand it. I didn't want to think about it.
So I started to sing (which lately I do when I'm stressed out):
"A PEANUT sat on the RAILROAD TRACKS... his HEART was all A-FLUTter
THE five-fifteen came ROLLING by... toot toot, peanut butter!"
It's still happening. So I keep singing.
"Well, it's MOOSE, MOOSE, I like a MOOSE, and I've had many women (at this point, the lab mate looked at me strangely, but I bravely continued) and my LIFE's been quite LOOSE... but I've NEVER had ANYONE quite like a moose."
Hmm, it's still happening, and I think my choices are Sing or Lose It.
"Well, I went to Cincinnati and I walked around the block, and I walked right in to a DONUT shop... I handed the lady a five cent piece, and I pulled me a donut out of the grease."
Sigh. Everyone in the class may think I am nuts. But I survived to the end of the lab and went to go race. (That's right, it's a Tuesday, which is oval track criterium day.)
I got there; we got moving; they announced a prime, and I got dropped. Fine. (I need more hard efforts in my legs; I can keep a high steady pace on my own just fine, but put me where I have to match my speed to someone else's, and the results are bad.) I chased for a while, then was assaulted by a vision of a split-open cadaver. At that point I wanted to quit and be done for the day- please someone wash out my neurons with bleach so I do not see that anymore- Please.
Right just then, a group of picknicking middle aged ladies chose that exact moment to yell, "GO GIRL!!!!"
Can't quit now. Other women are watching. Gotta stay in. Gender pride is on the line here.
Fine. I looked around; the pack was half a lap ahead; I started to try to chase back on, and it took them quite a while to catch me. Right when I caught back on, the announcer called prime #2 (that is, a prize for the next lap) and I got dropped again. This time I caught up after getting dropped.
So the count is:
Last time Dropped and lapped twice
This time Dropped twice, lapped once, caught on once
Et voila, progress!
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