"Wake Me OUT Before You Go Go"

Not gonna sugar coat this one - we were really slow this morning. Is it because we are flat-water snobs and can't handle motor boat wake? Have we been neglecting to take our post-workout juice protein shakes? Whatever it is, I feel totally housed. But wait, maybe its good to feel housed since that would make us namesakes of this very talented paddler:

Morgan House

Today's blog posting title was inspired by this timeless little number:

Hooray For 2K Tuesday...

and for Maia because she was accepted into an institution of higher learning.

I title this one "Coachless"

Two thousand meter peices,
Fighting rower-borne chop.

We had nary a coach,
Nor anyone to yell stop.

Jan is a human odometer,
He can measure out a course with his canoe.

Maia got into GW,
Because shes fast and shes smart too.

If you're reading this right now,
You're probably behind on your dues.

You can pay up on this new web site,
it takes less time than tying your shoes.

Take It to the Bridge

Tomorrow we will hammer through many sets of 0.5047279502320697 km. Get ready, it's gonna hurt. All (0.5047279502320697 km) *(many) of it, where many is a non-zero, non-negative, exorbitantly large number generated by Coach.

Sparta!

I thought we were all pretty good at pull ups. These dudes take it to another level. Although to our credit, we're not Spartans, we are just paddling loving Arlingtonians, and Upper Georgetownians (Georgetownites?), and Marylanders...and German.



Today was the first day back on the river for most of us. Remembering how to navigate the current was challenging.

Jan and John (translation: John and John) Are Not at All Emasculated by Riding Bikes to a Parade Together

Pain

Today's workout was so difficult that I am considering checking into a mental health clinic to see what new techniques psychiatrists have for treating victims of prolonged emotional trauma. Resistance from shallow sludge and intermittent logs will make paddling through deep warm water feel entirely effortless, or so I am told.

Luck O' the Irish! Warm Weather at Last

The northern hemisphere tilts back towards the sun, zealots with red hair don green shirts and hats, pots of gold appear at the end of rainbows, Chicago dyes their river green, and us paddlers get to kayak outdoors. We had it out on the canal for two grueling days this weekend. Some were thrown by the accelerated start of daylight savings and didn't make it out on the water until some point embarrassingly late in the day.

March Madness Brings Greatness in April, and flowers. Or is it showers? I can never remember how that saying goes.

If February is a bed of rusty nails that you were forced to lie on for 28 unrelentingly painful days, then March is that perfectly shaped Adirondack chair with a cup holder for your lemonade. March also brings an early surprise this year as daylight savings goes live on the 11th! Credit to the Bush administration as this is clearly one of its biggest accomplishments in the past six years. Perhaps moving the date earlier in the year is simply a diversionary tactic intended to shore up support for the disheveled Republican party in the midst of a Middle Eastern Quagmire the year before a national election. But hey, I say divert on as long as it means more daylight for us.

The surface of the Potomac is back to its liquid state leaving most of us paddlers drooling in anticipation of the chance to paddle on a naturally formed outdoor waterway.

And my apologies for the lethargic rate of blog updates. I was actually running away from the warm weather risking bodily harm (my own) in Colorado. Check out my Mentos commercial: