Didn't think anyone was really reading this...

OK, so the funny thing is - I haven't been posting much, mostly because my posts are kind of inside jokes to myself - primarily because I didn't think anyone was really reading this (I didn't really advertise it, just started posting). If I did, I probably would proofread before I post. But over the past few days several people have told me they are actually reading this, which kind of threw me for a loop. But since I have at least a core group of people who seem somewhat amused by these random incidents, I'll try to post a bit more often.

I gotta run to practice in a few, so I gotta make this quick. But went to Boston over the weekend for about the umpteenth time to race in the Head of the Charles. Raced as the New York Athletic Club with all my national team teammates (I won't explain why we rowed as NYAC and not USRowing, it's kind of a long story that basically comes down to money) in the lightweight eight and won. It was pretty cool, since I've rowed that race for years and never won it. The Charles is kind of an exhibition race, because a lot of people show up but the results don't really mean anything because its a very early season event and the course is really difficult and unfair. But we beat the Canada and Dutch lwt squads, which was pretty cool to do. So despite the fact I had practice at 7:45 AM in New Jersey the next morning, I hung around Boston until 7 PM because I really wanted to go the medal ceremony for this race which I've rowed at a million times but never actually won before. Also, I don't think I'd won a medal since 2004, so I was really looking forward that little tug on the back of my neck that comes when they drape a ribbon over your head and then let go of it, and the medal drops flat against your chest after a bounce or two and the ribbon falls flush against your skin (not that I've obsessed or daydreamed over it or anything). But anyway, it was about the quickest medal ceremony you've ever seen, with only the people who actually won medals in attendance, and only about half of them bothering to stick around (only half my eight actually stuck around for it, I was one of the stubborn few). It was cool nonetheless, but was followed by a long, traffic filled drive back to NJ - complete with Dunkin' Donuts stops - and practice at the regular time the next morning. Who wants to go the famous Charles after-party the year you've won the race, anyway, right?