I got overly stressed last week after rowing the mixed double at the Head of the Ohio regatta in Pittsburgh, which for me was the start of the 5K fall racing season. The weather was great—sunny, with moderate temperatures and little wind. My husband and I, who were older than most of the crews, had a good start as several other boats got “satisfyingly small,” as my husband put it, behind our stern. We had plenty of energy and kept up the pace well.

But then, about two-thirds of the way down the course, my hands began sweating profusely. I couldn’t keep a firm grip on the oars and flubbed a few strokes. It didn’t matter in terms of where we finished; two crews were significantly faster, and we’d gotten well ahead of the others, so we had third place regardless. I worried about it afterward, though. My mind went into a gloomy negative spiral as I thought it was likely to be a midlife issue, and maybe it would last for years, and rowing wouldn’t be much fun anymore.

My husband offered the practical suggestion of putting Stickum on my hands when rowing. There isn’t really a product called Stickum anymore, although there used to be about 50 years ago, before professional sports banned it. Companies still make similar products for amateur athletes, though. It’s just a rag with a tacky chemical to wipe on the hands to improve grip.

Photo of a tacky rag inside a plastic bag.

The problem with using a Stickum-like product is that it starts to wear off after about 15 minutes, and a 5K rowing race takes longer than that in a double or single. So, although it did improve my grip, I was still stressed when we practiced on our home river last week. Because I was busy with work and with afternoon rowing practice, I didn’t have enough time to relax and get my mind in a better place before we left for another regatta in Oak Ridge, Tennessee. We had great weather there also, and we rowed well for a second-place finish. Although I never lost my grip on an oar, I still had unhappy thoughts, feeling that I didn’t even know if I could trust my own body.

After we got home and I’d had some time to rest and recover with a Monday vacation day, I finally did the sensible thing and read some articles online about how to deal with the problem of excessive sweating during exercise. As I suspected, it can be a midlife issue for women, caused by temperature regulation being less efficient. One simple recommendation was to drink ice water with electrolyte mix before exercise, rather than just drinking plain water (as I often had done). I tried that before getting on the rowing machine Monday evening, and my hands were fine, with minimal sweating.

We’re on the road again this week, rowing at the legendary Head of the Charles in Boston. I’ll keep in mind that in modern times, there is generally a solution for most issues and no need to sweat the small stuff.

It was still dark when I woke up this morning, but it was late enough that trying to go back to sleep wouldn’t have been productive, so I got up and started my workday earlier than usual. At first, I was a bit grumpy because my sleep hadn’t been as refreshing as I would have liked and because I had been rushing too much this week. A cup of coffee helped me to feel more awake, though, and the quiet house was peaceful. There really wasn’t anything to complain about, after all.

Word-art that says, "I woke up. I have clothes to wear. I have running water. I have food to eat. I am thankful."

Nurturing Thursday was started by Becca Givens and seeks to encourage self-nurturing and to “give the planet a much needed shot of fun, support and positive energy.”

Shortly after my daughter’s marriage in 2018, I developed a weird “phantom ring” issue where I sometimes felt that the ring finger of my right hand either had a ring on it, when it didn’t really have one, or was missing a ring that should have been there. I normally wear three left-hand rings—wedding and engagement, with a 20-year anniversary ring in the middle.

Photo of wedding, anniversary, and engagement rings.

Where the phantom ring might have come from was totally baffling. There was never a time when I regularly wore a ring on the right-hand ring finger. I have one for it, with a small rose-quartz stone, which my husband bought for me long ago; but I’ve only worn that ring occasionally, and whether I wore it more or less often didn’t seem to make any difference with the phantom ring issue.

This year, it occurred to me that if I had a 40-year anniversary ring, it probably would go on my right hand because four rings would be a bit much for my left hand. I visualized the new ring as having the same design as the 20-year ring, with a row of small stones, but they would be rubies because that is the traditional gemstone for the 40th anniversary.

After that, I never felt that my right hand was missing a ring. I presume that’s because the phantom ring has now been “found,” in that it belongs to my future self, who is keeping it safe. Perhaps the message from my subconscious mind is that I need to take care that my marriage doesn’t get misplaced!

On Tuesday, my manager sent an email reminding my workgroup to do the employee survey because the last day to respond was Wednesday. She added this image to get people’s attention:

Word-art that says, "Fact: You know you are procrastinating when you start looking up memes about procrastination."

I replied that my first thought was that I might want to repost the image on my blog, and that I knew I was procrastinating because I was composing a blog entry in the back of my mind instead of doing the employee survey, but that I would make sure to do the survey.

Then I was going to compose this post yesterday and have it ready to go bright and early this morning; but of course, I procrastinated, and instead I’m sitting here at the desk writing it late in the day. I’m not really sure how many layers of procrastination that makes, but it’s definitely recursive. Oh, well… that’s life!

Nurturing Thursday was started by Becca Givens and seeks to encourage self-nurturing and to “give the planet a much needed shot of fun, support and positive energy.”