It appears I may fail the Ravellenic Games. Not an Epic!Fail, as the crash of Sergio Henao (Columbia) and Vincenzo Nibali (Italy) in the Olympic cycling men’s road race. The two cyclists, in a lead group of three riders, crashed in the late stages of the race during the mountain descent. (I remember reading an article in Bicycling magazine, many years ago when I was actively cycling, when the author tried to scale the Alpe d’Huez, the best-known climb in the Tour de France. He made it to the top, but hadn’t realized how treacherous the descent would be. He, too, crashed.)
Hmm, it appears I’ve digressed into a different passion.
Ugh. Only 5½ inches to show for 3 days’—and several hours’—work.
After thee full days of knitting (today is day 4), I’m still on the spiral 3×3 rib, for a total of 5½ inches. The entire project consists of 36 inches (for both socks). At this rate, I’ll have completed only 32 inches by the closing ceremony. This is my first experience using fingering weight yarn. Between the super-fine yarn and the teeny tiny needles, progress is s–l–o–w. I could persevere and work harder/longer, but honestly, I’m getting B.O.R.E.D.
Oh yeah. And I think I’m allergic to wool. 😦
Actually, I could Epic!Fail if I just give up. When I started writing this blog post, I wasn’t ready to throw in the towel, but now that I’ve discussed my frustration and ennui, I’m much more tempted. I will finish the socks eventually, because they’re adorable; but I think for now I might switch back to a couple other projects that aren’t wool.