A Bad Day

This was not the best day in my rowing career. My friend John and I entered a 13 mile 'open water' Sound Rowers race on Lake Sammamish. We had high expectations, previously having been in a world masters champion quad and also getting 3rd in the world masters double. We were planning to set a course record for that race that would be around for a while. Unfortunately we were concentrating a little too much on going fast and not qute enough on, well, um, not hitting anything. We broadsided a fishing boat ten strokes after crossing the starting line.

I wrote up a little description of the whole incident for our club newsletter. There's a probably more interesting article in the same issue about two lunatics from our club who are getting ready to row across the Atlantic. Now that's just crazy.