Those of you who really know the Radical also know that I am a Rower. As a Dedicated Rower, my fall was spent preparing to row three miles down the Charles River, in Boston, in a double. I expected to do ok: my partner and I had won a couple races, and done moderately well in another.
Well, we got our butts nailed to the wall: got charged once by an oncoming boat, another boat failed to clear and then, all on our own and with no help from anyone, we missed three buouys, so at a messy end-of-the-pack we were DFL. Which, if you are a rower, you know means Dead Fucking Last. OK, so it’s all about next year, winter training, blah, blah.
We did the Weeks and Eliot bridges to perfection: I hope that’s where Regatta Sport took the picture.
(This is a picture of someone else doing the Eliot bridge perfectly.)
And yet there is something to be happy about besides the potential picture of my doubles partner and I doing the Weeks bridge perfectly. Because the Zenith 1V Men — excuse me, Wesleyan University Men’s Varsity Rowing, First Boat –were second in the Collegiate Eights, fewer than five seconds behind Trinity. This, sportsfans, is outstanding. And it could not have happened to a nicer or more hard working bunch of guys.
Which is all the inspiration I need to get my ass down to the boat house tomorrow morning and start to work all over again.