"Your muscles are like a bad steak..."

So some of my little contact with the outside world is via my physical therapist, Mark, who is awesome and has been working on all of us for about five years now. He has a term for me because I set a new standard for tight muscles -he refers to people as flexible, moderate, tight - and 'Altman tight'. I've never been known for my ability to stretch...

Anyway, today when he was working on my legs and kneading some knots out, he likened me to a 'bad steak' - sinewy, tight and tough with no fat. I thought it was hilarious... but then, since I'm not doing or talking to anyone about anything but rowing, I'd probaly find anything funny.

• Your coach (Korzo) was wandering around the racecourse, I told him I was working on you and getting you healthy again. He said, "Good, get him back in working order. Altman - that kid scares me." (This line became a running joke, since Korzo talks in a barely understanable Polish accent).
• I saw Tiger Woods winning the US Open with a torn ACL and a broken fibula - that is one willful kid. I didn't realize Altmans came in different sports...
• I feel like Sisyphus when I work on you - I push a boulder up a hill in getting your body working again, then it comes rolling back down the hill when you go out and thrash it again and come crawling back in here in worse shape than when you left.
• Your new coach came and asked why you are coming to see me, he seemed kind of worried that you might have a defect. I told him not to worry about it, he's just an old man.... (guess that I'm washed up and over the hill at 32).