A Small Bit of CRASH-Bs 2018
Posted: February 26th, 2018, 5:42 pm
CRASH-Bs 2018
It was an ominous start this year when my carpooling driver emailed the day before that he had to pull out due to an emergency plumbing problem and sore back from dealing with it. Undaunted, I drove myself to the Agganis Arena, early enough to get free parking on a side street nearby the venue. Once inside it seemed quieter than usual. Fewer people, fewer vendors setting up, no C2 presence that I could see. Looking down onto the race area only 60 racing ergs were set up and only 40 warmup ergs in the back. It seems to me that it was usually 120 and 80 of each. Lots of space to walk around this year.
At the weigh in room I tipped the scale at 152.2 lbs fully clothed, with a winter jacket and backpack. Lighter than last week in Virginia by quite a bit. Just for laughs I stripped down to my racing outfit and stepped on again. 144 lbs. I could gain a full 20 pounds and still make lightweight! No need to calorie count here.
Out into the warm up area for a pre-warm up easy 2K and began crossing paths with familiar local faces. Barbara Grandberg sat on the erg next to me. Brand new ergs even here. I had to set the date and time and take some styrofoam out of the chain. Smooth as silk. Wondered if I should buy another to go along with my 2003 Model D with about 35 million meters on it. Frank Vetrano passed by in the hall and we recalled the races of last week. Eric Jones called out and we discussed the day's schedule. Peter Francis of the Rocky Mountain Rowing club in Colorado was sitting nearby, hoping that the heat would be turned up a bit. Pete turned 70 since the race last week and will be one of my main rivals, as he has been several years before. We've probably beaten each other 4 or 5 times, and I'm not sure who currently has bragging rights. Bob Orsi of the San Diego Rowing Club will be the top seed in our race (70-74 lwt), with a time 1.2 seconds faster than me. It could be a three-way epic battle that gets decided by tenths.
Carla Stein made it in plenty of time despite husband Dave giving her a conniption fit by taking a wrong turn on the drive in. Tom Cattell was down from Maine, Mary White and Winnie Stopps were there to give their all, and Mike Shields was down from New Hampshire.
Showtime for me at 9:30 AM. Seated on Erg #45, with Larry O'Toole to my left, Bob Orsi to my right, and Peter Francis two over on the right. Made introductions with Bob and settled into the Zone. ROW.....False Start! Hmmm. No Sweat. It wasn't me. SIT READY.....ATTENTION.....ROW..... and this time we're off for real. Within a few strokes I hit 1:40 and have my average pace where I want it to be sooner than I usually get it there. But I'm 3rd! Orsi is well up on me and O'Toole even more on him. Shoot, I didn't know O'Toole was that good! Not only that but I'm going too fast and my average pace is unsustainable. Then Orsi is in the lead and O'Toole in 2nd. As I start paying the price for my excitement O'Toole drops behind me, and then drops behind Francis. 1:53.4 trough 500m, which is fine, if not a bit faster than I'd planned, but a big chunk behind Orsi.
As the second 500m goes by my pace keeps slowing, occasional 1:57s making me more puzzled than worried at this point, and the gap to Orsi increasing. I'm holding Francis off by 8m, but I know from past races that he finishes fast, so there won't be any underestimating him from this racer. At halfway Orsi's lead has swelled to 17m (at least) and 8m remains the distance to Francis.
Only half to go now, a mere 1,000m, and it ain't over till it's over. Upping the pressure and increasing the stroke rate doesn't feel too onerous and the lead shrinks to 15m, and I like it. Another incremental push and it's down to 13m and I'm liking it more. With a win still a possibility if I'm willing to hurt enough for it I keep upping the intensity as the meters count down. Now 11 behind Orsi and 10 ahead of Francis. Killer instinct seeping into the pores.
Making up ground fast in the last 500m. Finally get by somewhere around 300m to 200m to go, but not taking anything for granted. Up the stroke rate to 40, then 41, 42, and finally 43 with about 200m to go, hitting 1:48 on the split. Keep mentally talking, no mentally yelling, at myself to push all the way through. Last few strokes seriously slow despite the effort being seriously hard. I've emptied the tank. 7:33.8, I won! Woo Hoo! SB. First time on the podium here since 2008 and first hammer since 2005. Very Happy. Orsi 2nd in 7:36.9, only 0.3 second off his qualifying time despite jet lag and all the other aggravations of travel, Peter Francis 3rd in 7:39.9.
Frank Vetrano took Bronze for the lightweight 60-64s behind the Italian Stallion Romoli, 7:07.3 to 6:57.2.
The heavies took over after us, and old friends Mike Shields (70-74) scored a hammer for the first time with an SB 7:42.6, and Tom Cattell the bronze (60-64) in 6:57.0. Adam Rosenthal added an SB in 10th at 7:31.0.
Carla Stein (55-59) made her bid for a hammer next, and took it out fast. CRASH-Bs Commodore Emeritus Linda Muri was out fast too, but Carla's 1:54s to Linda's 1:59s soon turned into open water. Both rowed strong and steady, but Stein's best 2K in several years was too much for the field as she finished strongly at 7:34.4. down the line Mary White rowed 8:23. and Winnie Stopps placed 4th the the 60-64 group at 8:25.5.
While waiting for the award ceremony a few of us volunteered to have Echo Cardiograms done on us for a research project about rowers who have been competitive for over 20 years. Curious about what it might do to our aortas. While testing me I was told that my heart rate was down into the 50s so soon after racing, and that was good. 50s. Really? Low 40s or high 30s would be more like it. Either I raced exceptionally hard, or the attractiveness of my tester was making me excited. Slender women with long dark hair do tend to do things to me.
After collecting hammers, and socializing several of us headed across the street and up a couple of blocks to Tony's, a pizza place that also serves breakfast. So many rowers descended on them that the cook ran out of home fries two customers before me, and was getting low on eggs. Carla's friend Beth Bruchill (Hammer, 7:12.4 in the 50-54s) joined us and we raised a coffee toast to Bob Spenger (R.I.P.) who had joined us here a few years back during his last trip ever to CRASH-Bs.
I fear for the future of the event, suspecting that it was probably a financial disaster this year with the numbers of rowers and vendors so sparse compared to the past. I hope not. Even diminished by the loss of the World Championhip status it is still a major ergatta, and it would be a shame to lose it. It was, after all, the very first erg racing ever to be done, and the inspiration for all the erg racing that has come since. I hope to be able to be back for a 2019 CRASH-Bs.
Renegade Rick Bayko,
Cub Reporter
It was an ominous start this year when my carpooling driver emailed the day before that he had to pull out due to an emergency plumbing problem and sore back from dealing with it. Undaunted, I drove myself to the Agganis Arena, early enough to get free parking on a side street nearby the venue. Once inside it seemed quieter than usual. Fewer people, fewer vendors setting up, no C2 presence that I could see. Looking down onto the race area only 60 racing ergs were set up and only 40 warmup ergs in the back. It seems to me that it was usually 120 and 80 of each. Lots of space to walk around this year.
At the weigh in room I tipped the scale at 152.2 lbs fully clothed, with a winter jacket and backpack. Lighter than last week in Virginia by quite a bit. Just for laughs I stripped down to my racing outfit and stepped on again. 144 lbs. I could gain a full 20 pounds and still make lightweight! No need to calorie count here.
Out into the warm up area for a pre-warm up easy 2K and began crossing paths with familiar local faces. Barbara Grandberg sat on the erg next to me. Brand new ergs even here. I had to set the date and time and take some styrofoam out of the chain. Smooth as silk. Wondered if I should buy another to go along with my 2003 Model D with about 35 million meters on it. Frank Vetrano passed by in the hall and we recalled the races of last week. Eric Jones called out and we discussed the day's schedule. Peter Francis of the Rocky Mountain Rowing club in Colorado was sitting nearby, hoping that the heat would be turned up a bit. Pete turned 70 since the race last week and will be one of my main rivals, as he has been several years before. We've probably beaten each other 4 or 5 times, and I'm not sure who currently has bragging rights. Bob Orsi of the San Diego Rowing Club will be the top seed in our race (70-74 lwt), with a time 1.2 seconds faster than me. It could be a three-way epic battle that gets decided by tenths.
Carla Stein made it in plenty of time despite husband Dave giving her a conniption fit by taking a wrong turn on the drive in. Tom Cattell was down from Maine, Mary White and Winnie Stopps were there to give their all, and Mike Shields was down from New Hampshire.
Showtime for me at 9:30 AM. Seated on Erg #45, with Larry O'Toole to my left, Bob Orsi to my right, and Peter Francis two over on the right. Made introductions with Bob and settled into the Zone. ROW.....False Start! Hmmm. No Sweat. It wasn't me. SIT READY.....ATTENTION.....ROW..... and this time we're off for real. Within a few strokes I hit 1:40 and have my average pace where I want it to be sooner than I usually get it there. But I'm 3rd! Orsi is well up on me and O'Toole even more on him. Shoot, I didn't know O'Toole was that good! Not only that but I'm going too fast and my average pace is unsustainable. Then Orsi is in the lead and O'Toole in 2nd. As I start paying the price for my excitement O'Toole drops behind me, and then drops behind Francis. 1:53.4 trough 500m, which is fine, if not a bit faster than I'd planned, but a big chunk behind Orsi.
As the second 500m goes by my pace keeps slowing, occasional 1:57s making me more puzzled than worried at this point, and the gap to Orsi increasing. I'm holding Francis off by 8m, but I know from past races that he finishes fast, so there won't be any underestimating him from this racer. At halfway Orsi's lead has swelled to 17m (at least) and 8m remains the distance to Francis.
Only half to go now, a mere 1,000m, and it ain't over till it's over. Upping the pressure and increasing the stroke rate doesn't feel too onerous and the lead shrinks to 15m, and I like it. Another incremental push and it's down to 13m and I'm liking it more. With a win still a possibility if I'm willing to hurt enough for it I keep upping the intensity as the meters count down. Now 11 behind Orsi and 10 ahead of Francis. Killer instinct seeping into the pores.
Making up ground fast in the last 500m. Finally get by somewhere around 300m to 200m to go, but not taking anything for granted. Up the stroke rate to 40, then 41, 42, and finally 43 with about 200m to go, hitting 1:48 on the split. Keep mentally talking, no mentally yelling, at myself to push all the way through. Last few strokes seriously slow despite the effort being seriously hard. I've emptied the tank. 7:33.8, I won! Woo Hoo! SB. First time on the podium here since 2008 and first hammer since 2005. Very Happy. Orsi 2nd in 7:36.9, only 0.3 second off his qualifying time despite jet lag and all the other aggravations of travel, Peter Francis 3rd in 7:39.9.
Frank Vetrano took Bronze for the lightweight 60-64s behind the Italian Stallion Romoli, 7:07.3 to 6:57.2.
The heavies took over after us, and old friends Mike Shields (70-74) scored a hammer for the first time with an SB 7:42.6, and Tom Cattell the bronze (60-64) in 6:57.0. Adam Rosenthal added an SB in 10th at 7:31.0.
Carla Stein (55-59) made her bid for a hammer next, and took it out fast. CRASH-Bs Commodore Emeritus Linda Muri was out fast too, but Carla's 1:54s to Linda's 1:59s soon turned into open water. Both rowed strong and steady, but Stein's best 2K in several years was too much for the field as she finished strongly at 7:34.4. down the line Mary White rowed 8:23. and Winnie Stopps placed 4th the the 60-64 group at 8:25.5.
While waiting for the award ceremony a few of us volunteered to have Echo Cardiograms done on us for a research project about rowers who have been competitive for over 20 years. Curious about what it might do to our aortas. While testing me I was told that my heart rate was down into the 50s so soon after racing, and that was good. 50s. Really? Low 40s or high 30s would be more like it. Either I raced exceptionally hard, or the attractiveness of my tester was making me excited. Slender women with long dark hair do tend to do things to me.
After collecting hammers, and socializing several of us headed across the street and up a couple of blocks to Tony's, a pizza place that also serves breakfast. So many rowers descended on them that the cook ran out of home fries two customers before me, and was getting low on eggs. Carla's friend Beth Bruchill (Hammer, 7:12.4 in the 50-54s) joined us and we raised a coffee toast to Bob Spenger (R.I.P.) who had joined us here a few years back during his last trip ever to CRASH-Bs.
I fear for the future of the event, suspecting that it was probably a financial disaster this year with the numbers of rowers and vendors so sparse compared to the past. I hope not. Even diminished by the loss of the World Championhip status it is still a major ergatta, and it would be a shame to lose it. It was, after all, the very first erg racing ever to be done, and the inspiration for all the erg racing that has come since. I hope to be able to be back for a 2019 CRASH-Bs.
Renegade Rick Bayko,
Cub Reporter