I've gotten in pretty good shape over the last year so I figured I'd relive the Glory Years and head down to the Indoor Rowing World Championships on Feb 14th w/ my best bud Pat and hammer it out one more time. Last time I did this was 1998. At about 900 meters down I remembered how brutal this sport is. It is unbelievable how in about 3 1/2 minutes you can feel utterly spent. With no rowing under my belt but a significant amount of running I felt very confident aerobically going into it, but once I hit half way my legs just crapped out. My goal was 7 minutes and for the first 2/3 I was right on target, but the wheels came off the cart pretty quickly with about 800 to go. Final time was 7:03, Pat kicked my ass with a 6:54, there is always next year! Turned out to be a great day, grandparents had the kids so Allison and I went out for a nice Valentine's dinner afterward.
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