Waiting for spring to establish itself

While watching the forecast last week to see what weather I could expect at Ocean Springs, I thought I saw that warm temperatures were on the way this week.  It didn't turn out that way, at least for the first half of the week.  It was overcast and chilly Tuesday morning when I went to the river for my first paddle since the race.  I spent 60 minutes in the boat, just relaxing and paddling free and easy.

The next race I’m likely to do might not be until the middle of June.  So I’m dialing back the time in the boat for the next several weeks.  Part of the reason is a lot of non-athletic obligations, but I’d also like to incorporate some other stuff—some bike riding and running, stuff like that.  The latter part of the week brought some warmer weather, much nicer for doing such things.

I spent much of this past week finishing up a big woodworking project, but I did get a little bike ride in on Thursday.  It was more of a cruise around the neighborhood than a real fitness activity.  I was hoping to do a more substantial ride Friday afternoon, but I was called away to give my mom a ride when she discovered a flat tire on her car.  Oh well… there’ll be plenty of days to ride as the weather gets more consistently warmer.

I was back in the boat yesterday, paddling for 70 minutes.  As usual, I worked on hip rotation.  I'm hoping that eventually the desired body mechanics will come naturally to me, and there have been moments where that's seemed to be the case.  But I didn't feel that way yesterday, and when I paddled for 60 minutes today, I felt even worse.  It felt like I was making myself do it rather than just doing it, and by the end of both sessions I was feeling tired and worn down.

Surely there will be better days in the future.  For now I'm just glad to be getting in some exercise in whatever form I can.

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Monday photo feature

Here's a scene you'll see before just about any canoe and kayak race: competitors milling about waiting for the pre-race meeting to begin.  That's me in the red pants and blue sweatshirt holding a paddle.  To my left are Kelly and Nick Kinderman, my friends at whose home I'd stayed the night before.  The sun will come out eventually, but right now it's overcast and awfully windy.  Photo by Brent Futrell.

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Ocean Springs results

As promised, here are the results of the 2024 Battle On The Bayou race that took place on Old Fort Bayou at Ocean Springs, Mississippi, yesterday.

My G.P.S. device measured the race distance at 13.47 kilometers (8.37 miles), though you might give or take a hundred meters or so, given the messed-up start yesterday.  At last year's race, my same G.P.S. device told me it was 13.56 km (8.43 miles).

As reported in my last post, it was not a day for any course records because of the relentless wind.  My fastest time ever on this course is one hour, 11 minutes, 38 seconds, but I'm happy just to have broken 80 minutes yesterday.

Place        Name         Residence Class Time

1 Scott Cummins Louisville, KY K1 Race men 1:17:54

2 Elmore Holmes Memphis, TN         K1 Race men 1:19:20

3 Jeb Berry         Gulfport, MS         K1 Race men 1:19:24

3 Stephen Lynn/Joey Sturm London, AR         C2 Race men 1:19:24

5 Matt Taylor         Brantley, AL         K1 Race men 1:23:48

6 Nick Kinderman Moss Point, MS K1 Fast men 1:29:32

7 Robert Houck         Fairhope, AL         K1 Fast men 1:34:21

8 Drake Herrick         Lafayette, LA         K1 Fast men 1:34:26

9 Robert Brooks         Biloxi, MS K1 Fast men 1:34:46

10 Grant Guidry         Lafayette, LA         K1 Fast men 1:36:28

11 Nate Payne         Gulfport, MS         K1 Fast men 1:37:36

12 Nova Cross         Ocean Springs, MS         K1 Long women 1:41:05

13 Ray Tipton & partner Gulfport, MS         K2 Rec mixed 1:43:52

14 Stephen Harris Mobile, AL         K1 Fast men 1:47:35

15 Kent Overmeyer & partner Saucier, MS         K2 Rec mixed 1:48:22

16 David Waters         Pensacola, FL         K1 medium men 1:48:33

17 Kelly Kinderman         Moss Point, MS K1 Fast women 1:48:04

18 Karen Kesselring         Hot Spgs Vill, AR         K1 Fast women 1:48:13

19 John Collier         Brandon, MS         K1 Long men 1:50:05

20 Elmer Landry         Lafayette, LA         K1 Fast men 1:50:35

21 Susan Jordan         Lucedale, MS         K1 Fast women 1:53:36

22 Tommy Williams         Monroe, LA         K1 Short men 1:57:48

23 Henry Childres Watson, LA         K1 Long men 1:57:49

24 John Shannon         Monroe, LA         K1 Short men 2:00:08

25 Jessica Roberie Lafayette, LA         K1 Medium women2:03:39

26 Scott Gallagher Marietta, GA         K1 Short men 2:06:49

27 Lauren Drummond Dale         D’Iberville, MS K1 Fast women 2:16:20

28 Kevin Black         Fairhope, AL         SUP men 2:22:14

29 Charlie Lee         Sandy Springs, GA         K1 Pedal men 2:27:25

30 Carsen Crocker Mobile, AL         K1 Long men 2:43:13

31 Eddie Crocker         Mobile, AL         C1 Race men 2:44:13

32 Dirk McCall         Fairhope, AL         SUP men 2:46:04

33 Case Davis         Lucedale, MS         SUP men 2:46:11

34 Chris Hart Diamondhead, MS         K1 Long men 2:48:34

35 Michael Michaud         Ocean Springs, MS         K1 Short men 2:52:24

36 James Davis         Lucedale, MS         K1 Long men 3:10:42

37 Phillip Lee Mobile, AL         K1 Short men 3:32:12

38 Steven Dews         Hattiesburg, MS K1 Short men 3:35:17

39 Stuart Dodds         Ocean Springs, MS         K1 Short men 3:35:30

40 Matthew Dufour & sons         Amite, LA Unlimited 4:14:28

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Another year, another race at Ocean Springs

It was cool and breezy when we woke up yesterday morning, and the word was that we could expect a strong north wind blowing out on the race course.  Nick and Kelly and I headed for the race site at Gulf Hills, near the mouth of Old Fort Bayou at the eastern end of the Back Bay of Biloxi, and found that very state of affairs.

I'd spent the last few weeks unsure of my competition in the race, but by yesterday morning it was apparent that it would be as intense as the weather.  By midweek Jeb Berry of Gulfport, Mississippi, had moved from the double surfski class into the single ski class with me.  Matt Taylor of Brantley, Alabama, who finished some minutes behind me last year, was also signed up, and he's a young guy with plenty of room to improve.  And a late addition to the start list was long-time racing friend Scott Cummins of Louisville, Kentucky.  Meanwhile, veteran canoeist Stephen Lynn had traveled from London, Arkansas, to team up with Joey Sturm in a tandem outrigger canoe, and I knew they would probably be in the mix for that coveted "fastest overall boat" distinction.

As soon as the pre-race meeting concluded we put our boats on the water and began to warm up.  Things got dicey almost immediately, as the starter for the race was a new guy who seemed to have too literal an understanding of when exactly he should start the race.  By the time the meeting had ended there was very little time before the "official" start time, and some racers were still getting situated in their boats by the putin ramp when the starter announced that the gun would go off in 30 seconds.  I was actually in a better position than most--I was paddling back toward the starting area from the mouth of Old Fort Bayou--but I had to make a quick U-turn to get pointed the right way just a few seconds before the starting signal sounded.

Knowing that it was not a fair start, I started paddling forward sort of half-heartedly, thinking we might all be called back for a do-over.  But I didn't hear a thing.  I'd been spotted a lead of at least four or five boatlengths, and I moseyed around the point and up into the bayou, thinking I would let the competition catch up before I started racing for real.  Scott was the first to pull even with me, and he recommended that we just stop for a minute because many racers were nowhere close to being in position when the gun went off.  So we did, and we waited until we had something of a quorum before easing back into a full race pace.

Now it was time to get down to business.  In the early going Scott and I were joined by Matt and Stephen/Joey; Scott said that Jeb was nearby as well but was struggling with the conditions a bit.  And pesky were those conditions indeed.  Even though we had mostly a tailwind for the first couple of kilometers, the chop was coming from our seven o'clock and my boat seemed to be bobbing all over the place.  I tried my best to settle onto somebody's wake--Matt's, then Stephen/Joey's, then Scott's, then Stephen/Joey's again.  Once we'd crossed beneath the Washington Avenue drawbridge and were navigating the bayou's many meanders, we were having to deal with headwinds, beam winds, and a sloppy soup of small waves.

By the 6-kilometer mark I couldn't see Matt anymore, and Stephen and Joey were leading with Scott and me trying to hold a position on their wake.  Eventually they opened a gap on me, and I suppose that letting them do that was my definitive mistake for the race, though it didn't really feel like a big deal at the time.  My attention had been divided between staying on their wakes, keeping my boat upright in the waves, and following efficient tangent lines from one bend in the course to the next.

As we approached the island that we would loop around to head back toward where we'd started, Stephen and Joey continued to lead with Scott hanging close behind, and I was two or three boatlengths back.  I knew I should have been up there riding their wash, but I was feeling good and confident I could make a move once we'd rounded the island.  But as we left the narrow channel between the island and Percy Miller Park and entered a more open stretch of water, Scott made a move of his own, taking the lead and pushing the pace.  In retrospect I realize I should have anticipated such a move from Scott: it was his first time on this course, and he was going to wait until he knew for sure where he was going before taking command.  Whatever the case, the next thing I knew, he and the OC2 had tripled their gap on me.  I tried to relax and continue taking the best strokes I could, but considering the messy conditions and what was now largely a headwind, I had a feeling it was "game over" as far as competing for the overall win.

I soldiered on just the same, bobbing up and down over waves that were now mostly quartering in on my right bow.  My speed got as fast as 11.9 kilometers per hour when the wind was favorable and down below 9 kph when I hit the wind head-on.

All alone in third place, I knew I was vulnerable to an attack from my rear flank, and I wondered who might be lurking back there.  As I made my return approach to the drawbridge, I stole a glance over my left shoulder and spotted who I figured must be Jeb.  As we passed beneath the bridge I debated whether to keep making him work to reel me in or let him bridge up so we could trade wake rides.  After another minute or so I settled for the latter.

Up ahead it appeared that first place and second place were a done deal.  Scott had opened a gap on Stephen and Joey, and those two boats were well out of reach of Jeb and me.  But then, suddenly, Scott veered off course.  A bunch of marshy islands lie between the drawbridge and the finish line, and Scott, a first-timer on this course, began to move to the right of these islands rather than the left side where the course actually goes.  The pair of canoeists, at least one of whom (Stephen) was also an Ocean Springs rookie, followed Scott.  Jeb and I tried to alert them to their mistake, but we were at least 300 meters back and it was doubtful they would hear our shouts.  Eventually a race official was able to get Scott's attention, and Scott corrected his course to the left side of the islands.  Jeb and I were now closer to the two lead boats, but still not close enough to have any real hope of running them down.

And we had our hands full with the conditions, anyway.  As Old Fort Bayou opens up into the Back Bay of Biloxi, all protection from the wind falls away, and Jeb and I were grinding against as fierce a headwind as I have ever encountered in a race.  The waves continued to pound against the right side of our bows, and they got bigger as we neared the point where we would turn some 110 degrees to the right and have a straight 300-meter shot to the finish line.  Entering this turn I had to fight the wind to move my blade into position for each stroke.  The only thing keeping me from utter despair was that I could tell Jeb was struggling too.  He fell back a couple of boatlengths in the turn, and with the finish line in sight my goal was (a) keep the boat upright, and (b) try to move the boat over the beam waves at least a tiny bit better than Jeb was doing.  I tried to raise the stroke rate into a mad sprint, but the survival instinct restrained me just short of that.

I was so busy trying to hold off Jeb that a funny thing happened: all of a sudden Stephen and Joey were right there.  Less than five minutes ago they'd looked out of reach, but now I was closing on them fast with enough race left that I might actually get by them.  I continued trying to sprint as hard as I could.  Scott, who had finished his race, urged me on.  I moved up and over the OC2's side wake, edged ahead, and... just like that, I was the second overall finisher.  It probably wouldn't have happened if Joey and Stephen hadn't veered off course earlier, but at that moment, I had a reason to feel elated.

I looked back over my right shoulder just in time to see what appeared to be Jeb edging out Stephen and Joey as well, though from my angle of view it was hard to tell for sure.  I understand the race scorers ruled it a tie.

(Stephen later explained that the boat he and Joey were paddling doesn't move so well in shallow water.  There's a lot of shallow water rounding the point into the home stretch, and the water gets shallower in the final hundred meters to the finish line, and that probably had a lot to do with my coming from way behind to overtake them.)

Scott had won the race with a time of one hour, 17 minutes, 54 seconds.  I was not quite 90 seconds back in 1:19:20.  Scott would have beaten me even worse if he hadn't gotten temporarily lost in those last two kilometers, so I'm not feeling inclined to beat myself up too bad for letting him put a gap on me mid-race. Even if I'd stayed on his wake, he probably would have dropped me eventually.  Scott's reached a new athletic peak here in his mid 40s--several years ago he managed to shed a lot of weight, and he says that was a game-changer for him--and I'm happy for him.  All I know is that I was in an upbeat mood as he and I and our fellow racers sat in our boats beyond the finish line, comparing notes from the race.  It was a lovely (albeit very windy) day, I was surrounded by friends, I'd laid down a good solid effort in challenging conditions... all was well.

The complete results are posted here.  I prefer my results in overall order of finish, and as soon as I can I'll share the results in that form in a separate post.

Scott has added his name to the list of overall winners, and that list is pretty short.  I'm proud to be on it, for in 14 tries, I have been the fastest boat at Ocean Springs a mere three times.  Besides Scott and me, the list includes three-time U.S. Olympian Mike Herbert of Rogers, Arkansas, and Christian Massow, a former German national team member who now lives in Texas.  Mike has also taken the overall win in a tandem kayak with his daughter Savanna, and one year Jeb Berry and Nick Kinderman won it in a double surfski.  And that's it: only seven people have crossed the finish line first in either a solo or a tandem craft.

Nova Cross of Ocean Springs was the fastest female finisher, clocking 1:41:05.  The largest class was "K1 Fast," for those surfskis that are a touch wider and slower than the elite-level ones, and the male and female winners of that class were my friends Nick and Kelly Kinderman, who had just hosted me the night before.  Nick's time was 1:29:32, and Kelly's 1:48:04.

I socialized for a while after the race.  Once the awards had been handed out, I had to hit the road because the handbell group I play with had a gig scheduled for this morning.  I made it home about 9 o'clock last night, good and tired but satisfied with my latest racing trip.

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It's about time for some racing

Apparently spring started earlier than usual this year: I understand the vernal equinox occurred Tuesday, the 19th.  Most years it happens on the 20th or 21st.  In any case, it was a nippy start to spring here: the temperature dropped down around the freezing point overnight, and it wasn't much above 40 degrees Fahrenheit when I got to the river that morning.  At least it was sunny, and the southwest breeze wasn't too bad.

As I warmed up, my rotation felt really good, like I was transferring the power from my legs to my torso very efficiently.  Then I did another set of those 12-stroke sprints at 2-minute intervals, and it remained a challenge to keep all my mechanics in order.  On any given sprint there would be maybe four or five strokes where it all fell into place just as smoothly and fluidly as could be, but the other seven or eight strokes were a little raggedy, like I was relying too much on my arms and shoulders for power.  Like I said before, it's a good thing I race mostly at a much lower stroke rate, and I think it'll help me paddle well at that rate if I can get in even just a handful of good strokes when I paddle faster.

Yesterday I paddled for about 40 minutes--I don't know the exact time because I forgot to take my watch down there with me, but I paddled a distance that I usually cover in about 40 minutes.  I did another six 12-strokers, and felt a little more locked in mechanically--not perfect, but better.

This morning it was time to hit the road.  I headed south into Mississippi, and after an hour or so of driving I stopped to do a 40-minute paddle on Enid Reservoir, conveniently located just off Interstate 55 in Yalobusha County.  I got loose and did four more of those 12-stroke sprints.  Then I continued on my way, arriving in Ocean Springs in the late afternoon.  I checked in at the race HQ, and now I'm staying for the night with my friends Nick and Kelly in the countryside north of Pascagoula.  They made me a lovely meal of chicken meatballs in Alfredo sauce, and I hope those calories will serve me well tomorrow.

I mentioned several weeks ago that I haven't put in as much training volume as perhaps I have in the past for a race like this.  If that's a bad thing, well... it's too late to change it now.  The best thing I can do at this point is go in rested and focused.  But I really don't think it's that bad a thing.  One thing I've always been pretty good at is making every session count.  Whether it's 40 minutes, 60 minutes, 80 minutes, whatever, I'm not just drifting around out there.  I'm paying close attention to what I'm doing with my body from start to finish.

I guess I'll find out tomorrow just how prepared I am.  It looks like there's some decent competition in town, so I'll do my best to get a good night's sleep and be ready in the morning.

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Monday photo feature

Here I am on the bank of the Mississippi River up at Dubuque, Iowa.  It's the summer of 2017, and I guess one reason this is a good photo to post now is that there was a solar eclipse on its way to North America that summer, just like there is again now.  I remember seeing signs advertising that 2017 eclipse as I drove up through western Kentucky, which was in the path of totality.  This year western Kentucky is in the path of totality again, as is southeastern Missouri and northeastern Arkansas.  Maybe I'll take a little day trip on April 8 to see what it's like to have the moon directly between me and the sun.

All this eclipse talk is only very tangentially related to this week's photo feature, of course.  But some weeks the inspiration for what to post comes easily, and other weeks... not so much.

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Speed work

I did a gym session on a rainy Friday morning.  By yesterday the rain had moved out and it was partly cloudy and cool.  I paddled for 60 minutes, and with a race just a week away I was looking to increase the speed a little.  I did kind of an unstructured workout where I just did some sprints defined by landmarks in the harbor: the length of the marina, the distance from one set of bridge pilings to another or from one barge mooring to another... stuff like that.  I think I did eight sprints in all, and they ranged from around 20 seconds long to a little over 30 seconds long.  I paddled at sub-maximum intensity; I didn't have my cadence sensor with me, but I think I was in the 90- to 100-strokes-per-minute range.  My recovery times varied depending on how long I had to paddle to get to another landmark--anywhere from 2 minutes to 4 minutes.  My main focus during the sprints was to paddle with good stroke mechanics at those higher stroke rates; right now that matters more to me than whatever cardiovascular value the sprints had.

This morning it was overcast, and some rain fell as I drove back to the river.  Down there I found a pretty stiff north wind blowing.  Fortunately the temperature wasn't too bad: it was a little below 60 degrees Fahrenheit.

I paddled for another 60 minutes, and in the middle of it I did six 12-stroke sprints at 2-minute intervals.  These are basically the same as my 8-stroke sprints, just stretched out a little so I can get the feel of getting the boat up to speed.  I don't want to make them much longer than 12 strokes because the idea is to work the ATP/CP energy system, not the lactic acid system.  Again, I took the best strokes I could.  I do think I'm rotating my hips better than I used to, but it's not automatic.  During the sprints there were strokes here in there where I felt like I nailed it, but at other times I felt sloppy.  It's a good thing that very little of my race next Saturday will be done at such a high stroke rate.

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Hard training has some internal rewards, too

Tuesday was my last hard workout day before the race at Ocean Springs a week from Saturday.

Tuesdays have been my "heavy-duty" days during this period since the training camp in Florida.  Each Tuesday morning I've done a gym session followed immediately by a trip down to the riverfront for an in-the-boat workout of some sort.  I'm happy with how I've mentally handled these challenges.  I spent Monday this week dealing with a whole slate of nuisance matters in my non-athletic life, and by the end of the day I was feeling utterly beat down and thinking "Geez, tomorrow is a workout day... will I really be able to get it done?"  But then Tuesday morning, after rolling out of bed and allowing myself to wake up slowly over coffee and breakfast, I found my sense of purpose and carried out my gym and paddling duties with efficiency.  I've managed to do that pretty much every Tuesday for the last couple of months, and I feel good about that.

The workout in the boat was a tough one: after warming up and doing three 8-stroke sprints, I did four bridge-to-bridge sprints.  For some reason these bridge-to-bridgers always feel harder than doing four 500-meter pieces using my G.P.S. device to measure the distance.  Maybe it's the extra mental energy it takes to get myself to the same starting position for each piece... I'm not sure.

I gave myself a bit more recovery time than I have in the past for this workout: I started a new piece every 9th minute, whereas in the past I've started every 8th minute or even every 7th minute.  I decided that with a 13.7-kilometer (8.5-mile) race coming up in eleven days, I didn't need this workout to be a lactic-tolerance sort of affair.  I just wanted to put together four good, consistent efforts.  And that's what I did: my times were 2:05, 2:04, 2:06, and 2:06.  I aimed for 90 to 100 strokes per minute; the low 90s was what I seemed to settle into.  Each piece was tough, and after the second one I was hoping I could just hang on and paddle with decent form for the last two, but I managed to perform pretty well in those just the same.

I've mentioned in past posts how good the endorphin rush feels after a hard workout, and I was feeling that again Tuesday.  I'm not getting any younger, and it seems my athletic ability may have declined a bit in recent years, but I'd like to keep at those activities that give me that feeling for as long as I'm able.

By this morning I was still feeling some of the physical fatigue from Tuesday's workout.  I went out and did a medium-intensity 60-minute paddle, and I hope getting some blood flowing through all the relevant muscles will help me finish recovering.

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Monday photo feature

That's my friend Amelia Taylor over there on the left.  In December of 2019 she was passing through Memphis and she joined me for some paddling out on the Mississippi River.

Amelia works as a professional whitewater rafting guide, primarily on the Pigeon River near where she lives in east Tennessee.  She is also a veteran of several river trips through the Grand Canyon, and she has now joined "Team Holmes," helping me with some of the plans I must make for my own venture into the Grand in the late summer of 2025.

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Sticking to the plan over a cooler weekend

Friday was a pretty rainy day in the Mid South, and I was happy to stay in and do a gym session.

Some cooler temperatures came in behind the rain, and I paddled yesterday under overcast skies with a Fahrenheit temperature in the low 50s.  There was a chilly north breeze blowing, too--definitely not the kind of day that makes me want to sink my teeth into the business of paddling.  But I sank my teeth anyway, cranking out a decent 90-minute session.  I did it all in the harbor except for a brief loop out onto the Mississippi at the harbor's mouth.  The harbor is pretty much the same kind of water I'll be racing on at Ocean Springs just two weeks from now.  I spent the middle hour (0:15 to 1:15) pushing the pace fairly close to what my race pace should be down there.

The sun finally came out late yesterday, but the temperature remains cool today.  It wasn't 50 degrees yet when I got to the river this morning.  I've long considered 50 degrees my threshold for pogies: if it's colder than that I use them, and if it's warmer, I don't.  Today I decided to go without since it was sunny, not terribly windy, and presumably getting warmer.  It worked out fine.  I paddled a calm 60 minutes, encouraging my body to relax after yesterday's effort.

Daylight Saving Time has begun here in my part of the world.  I set all my clocks forward before going to bed last night, meaning I lost an hour of sleep and now have to adjust to an "earlier" wake-up time.  It never fails to throw me out of whack for a few days, but it'll be nice to have some daylight later in the day.

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Not fit as a fiddle but striving for quality time in the boat anyway

Tuesday morning I did a gym session and then headed down to the riverfront, where I paddled for 60 minutes in a steady light rain.  Fortunately it was warm--almost 70 degrees Fahrenheit.  After warming up and doing three 8-stroke sprints, I did nine times (2 minutes on, 2 minutes off), in which each "on" interval consisted of 60 seconds at 70 strokes per minute, 30 seconds at 80 spm, and 30 seconds at 90 spm.  The workout went well enough, I guess, though I felt a bit sluggish and didn't feel like I was moving the boat all that crisply.  For a couple of days I'd been having more digestive woes--nothing too terrible, just some queasiness in the pit of my stomach.  So that wasn't helping.

My stomach continued to feel weird yesterday but seemed to have settled down by this morning.  I went down to the river and paddled for another 60 minutes, doing a big loop out on the Mississippi.  The weather was calm and I felt about as stable out on the river as in the harbor, so I was able to relax and practice good rotation for the whole hour.

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Monday photo feature

I shot this photo of one of the purple martin houses at the marina on Saturday.  I'd noticed earlier in the week that there were several birds there, and I thought it seemed rather early: I think of purple martin season as more like April through July.  But I vaguely remember my friend Joe telling me something about "scouts" coming in advance to get the house ready before the rest of the family arrives.  Joe is not only a paddler but also the owner of a home on the Memphis riverfront, and over the years he's built up a strong hobbyist's knowledge of the bird life down there.

So... spring is on its way.  Warm temperatures over the weekend are evidence of that, and before long we'll have a bunch of noisy birds flying around the marina, too.

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Keep showing up

Friday sure was a bleak day.  The high temperature was around 55 degrees Fahrenheit, but an overcast sky made it feel a whole lot chillier than that.  I was happy to stay in and just do a gym session.

Yesterday's forecast called for mostly sunny skies, but it was as cloudy as it could be for several hours after I woke up, and I wondered whether the meteorologists were telling us a big fat lie.  But the sun finally started peeking through as I headed down to the river, and by the end of my 90-minute paddle it was indeed mostly (if not completely) sunny.  The temperature was headed toward a high in the mid 60s.

The race down at Ocean Springs is just three weeks away now, and it looks like I'm not going to be anywhere near as "trained up" as I can be.  For the last month or so I've been doing one interval-type workout a week and one slightly longer-distance session a week, and otherwise just paddling at medium intensity while I try to bring about some improvement in my stroke mechanics.  But this past week I was encouraged by something British track and field athlete Josh Kerr said.  I can't remember the exact quote, but Kerr, who won the men's 1500-meter run at the outdoor world championships at Budapest last summer and the men's 3000-meter run at the indoor worlds at Glasgow this weekend, was making the point that consistency is his strongest asset.  His success isn't the result of a bunch of brutal workouts, he said; he simply misses very few training days.  I'm happy to be able to say the same thing: since getting home from Florida in January I've stuck to a nice steady routine, getting in the boat four times a week and doing a couple of gym sessions each week as well.  It hasn't been elite-level training, but it has been a consistent effort.  I've long believed there's value in that, and reading what Josh Kerr said was a nice boost to my confidence that I'm not just wasting my time.  Maybe I'll race well at Ocean Springs, and maybe I won't, but if I don't I shouldn't beat myself up over not having "done enough."

Yesterday's paddle was mostly a steady affair, about an hour of it done in the harbor and the other approximate half-hour done out on the Mississippi.  This morning the clouds were back in the sky, and I returned to the riverfront grasping for reasons to be upbeat.  At least it was warm: the temperature was rising toward an afternoon high in the 70s.  And once I was in the boat I had a good session, maybe the best so far in terms of transferring power from my legs to my torso by way of the hip rotation.

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