It's been a whole lot more springlike this week. The daytime highs have been no lower than 50 degrees Fahrenheit and were up into the 70s for a couple of days. Of course, in the month of March you can count on some wind to go with those warmer days.
I started up a new strength routine this week. I eased into it Monday and then did full rounds Wednesday and today.
The conditions were dead calm when Joe and I did our customary loop of the harbor on Tuesday, but it was a much different story Wednesday and yesterday, as the wind raged out of the south. When I got down to the river yesterday I was feeling tired and also sore from the new strength exercises, and I paddled out into the screaming wind trying to stay as relaxed as I could and letting how I felt dictate what I did in the boat. The wind actually abated quite a bit during my 60 minutes of paddling and it didn't feel like quite the struggle I'd expected
To use sort of a tired, but in this case apt, phrase, I've spent most of this week with a heavy heart. My city lost an incredible servant on Tuesday. The city I live in is the kind of place that needs all the heroes it can get, and when something like this happens all I can do is put my head in my hands and wonder how many more such blows we can take. I won't go into any greater detail here since this incident is not all that relevant to a canoe and kayak racing blog (although he was, in fact, an athlete--he played basketball for Memphis State University in the 1970s). But I encourage anybody who's curious to look here, and here, and here, and here, and here.
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