Less Than Poor

I really debated whether or not to go to rowing today.  I was going out of town this morning and it was going to be tricky to squeeze in a workout and a shower before I had to leave.  But, the good little weight loser that I am, I went to the gym anyway.  Given the outcome of my class, I would have rather stayed home!

The class itself was fine.  The instructor had us time ourselves while we rowed 2,000 meters.  He said it should take roughly 10 minutes.  I finished my meters right about 9:50, which he seemed to be pleased with.  In fact, he made a point to tell everyone in the class that their times were very good.  So, we were all very pleased with ourselves.  Then said instructor had an idea.  We all followed him into the fitness office.  Evidently there was some website that would evaluate your time and tell you how your performance ranks among other rowers.  The first thing we had to do was enter our time.  The next thing we needed to do was enter our weight.  The first words out of my mouth were "Hell No"!  I eventually got over myself and, after they all promised to turn around and not look, I entered my weight.  Then a number popped up.  14.9 to be exact.  The next step was to look on a chart to find our age/gender category.  So I did.  The following is the account of what happened next...

Instructor:  "So, how did you do?"
Me:  "Poor"
Instructor:  "What?  Really?  Look again."
Me:  "Oh, you're right.  I was actually less than poor!  Poor is below 19.0 and I'm a 14.9, so I'm way less than poor.  Fabulous."

And to think, I almost didn't go to class to learn that this morning.