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by dwiggin3 » November 7th, 2008, 4:52 pm
Eric,
From the female perspective......
First - rowing is one of those sports you can do for decades. At 14, I know it seems like the kiss of death to be 5'8" and 114 but you've got a lot of growing to do. Even if you don't gain much in inches, you'll fill out - just do it the smart way. If you end up as a lightweight in a crew, so be it. Plenty of lightweight guys I know are better rowers than their heavyweight friends.
Second - Coxing IS NOT a bad thing. Yes, it seems like the curse of death but even if you end up coxing until you bulk up it will give you an edge in the long run. Cox's are the brains of the boat IMO - if you can master the technical side of coxing, then as you mature, master the rowing aspect, you've got yourself a real edge. Last thing the sport needs is another big guy who’s fast and strong but doesn’t know port from starboard and bow from stern.
Third - If you end up coxing, you can really endear yourself to the boat and make headway. I've had coxes who do nothing but gripe and moan about how slow we are how our technique is bad but when push came to shove, they couldn’t be bothered to lift a finger. I’ve also had coxes who fully participate with all land training – including erg tests, weights and running. Some coaches will want their coxes to be monitoring erg times etc so you might not get a chance to work out with the team, but try and make an effort.
A little story here – in college, the first year we recruited, our coach asked us how we felt about bring a new cox in. We were excited as she came from a well established program and had a record of winning. We did some winning that season but we struggled to adjust to her coxing style. Things went downhill for us when land training started. She refused to participate, refused to keep track of splits and times and rarely showed up for tests. When she did, she complained. I had no respect for her, I did not trust her to get me through a race and I know my teammates felt the same way. What really hurt was that she had been given one of only two scholarships and she was hardly deserving. At the end of the season, we sat down with coach and told him we would not row with her anymore. We’d rather take on a freshman with no experience but a willingness to learn and work hard even if it meant we were a slower boat the next year. The following year, our old cox lost her scholarship and then quit the team. We found a great girl in the freshman dorms, who was a green as could be and taught her from the ground up. That year was a rebuilding year for us but the following year, we won every race we entered and took home silver at Dad Vails – the first medal ever in the history of our school.