Yet another hyper-busy day, butin case anyone was wondering, I did get to take a
classic Mark Spitz photo of Rudder. On Sunday morning in the first race he was
asked into a men's four at the last minute - I don't think he's done sweep rowing
(one oar instea dof two) in a year or so, but when a former National Team member
asks, you *don't* refuse. They won a bronze in that one. (Rudder said he was just
along for the ride in that race!)
In the races he'd planned to be
in, he came in second and won silvers in three races: a men's quad, a men's
double, and the mixed double with She-Hulk.
It's always a little
depressing to hang out at a race when you're not competing, but aside from some
random bitchiness from the other local crew with whom we were sharing a tent
(there's a story I'll have to post later) I had a good time. Apparently Hardcore's
youngest son did an excellent job being pit crew on Thursday and Friday, but by
the weekend, there were a couple other folks who hadn't made finals, so we carried
oars and shoes for Rudder and the others competing. We ended up doing so much
fetching and carrying that I have decided in future we will no longer call it pit
crew but rather concierge service: beachside oar delivery, valet shoe parking,
bottles of the finest water provided.
Got home and into bed around
12:30, which made getting to work this morning in time for my several morning
meetings not particularly fun.