The Hooch is two weeks gone, although it seems ages ago. It still stinks that we didn’t do as well as we could have. I did the math and converted the whole field’s raw times. We still came in 7th by the raw. Our pictures on http://www.sportsgraphic.com show the pain on our faces. We were definitely hurting! 5 and 2 have the best faces, especially on the overhead shot.
We’ve started making the switch from 5k to 1k. It really means a lot of lighting a match under my legs and going hard as you can for 100 strokes.
The time change is great. We arrive at the yard a hair before 6 a.m. and row through the sunrise.
We’re also due for a 2k test (“2k before Turkey day!”) which is being hampered by this bug I’ve come down with the last few days. I’ve missed a practice erg season and two days of strength training. I did go out for today’s practice but rowed at half-power. My chest now feels full of junk and the universe is conspiring against my nap. On Friday I couldn’t even drink water without feeling nauseous. I lived on ginger ale and Sprite, which is terrible. I rarely drink carbonated beverages.
Wednesday brought the general membership meeting. I was approved as Regatta Chair so now I’m in charge of organizing for regattas. I hope I do a decent job. I still feel like there is more for me to learn.