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12/08/2003: "Rowing matters"
Our best rower dropped a bombshell to our group this morning: She's pregnant and due in June. N. -- yes, the same N. of the Secret party -- will go on rowing "maternity leave" next month sometime. I'm very happy for her. She just turned 30, and we all had off and on joked to her that she better stay celibate during race season or we were screwed. Just jokes!I did the math, and it's quite possible that the baby was conceived while we all were in Boston. She also had a birthday that same month. So there were at least two reasons in October for her and hubby to celebrate. :)
We have a new coach. Well, have had. I will not print his name here, because his name is likely to be easily Googled, but he is from Yugoslavia and had been on their junior national team. Our longtime coach suddenly quit right after the Hooch in November. He had his problems -- battling alcoholism, dealing with a newborn -- and we all knew it was only a matter of time before he had to simplify his life. The first thing to go would have been coaching ORC, which he did solely as a labor of love (OK, and some pocket change to buy more drinks). He kicked our asses every morning, and I think a bunch of us wish he were back. I know I do. The new coach's style is 180 degrees away from the old one's, and it's been a challenge to erase years of muscle memory and relearn new rowing technique.Current mood: Chatty
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