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A look back at some pre Head of the Charles coverage from last year. I followed Northeastern’s teams during their final practice before the competition.
Stow Row.
Stow Row.
Yo what’s up my niche audience of rowing tumblr users I have a very important question for y’all, without thinking too much about it which one is the worst?? Put your replies in the comments (or tags if you reblog) pls thanks u vry much, im gonna make a graph
1) a swept single, you race to see who can go in a circle the fastest
2) a pair that is both stern AND bow-loaded, the coxswains must fight for dominance during the race. You get to decide what this means*
3) a coxless 8x, wide grip and on the square, same goal as a normal race i.e. be the fastest boat to cross the finish line. 3 seat gets the mic
4) an 8+ but the goal is to row OUT of time with everyone else and you are disqualified if more than 3 rowers end up rowing in time on one stroke. You do get an actual coxswain for this one for safety reasons**
*the only limitations are that no one is allowed to bring weapons/anything that could be used as a weapon, and rowers and coxswains must remain in their seats throughout the race
**please don’t ask me why the 8x didn’t get an actual coxswain, i didn’t think that far ahead
When you and your doubles partner both rush the slide but you both lose control at the same time so it feels fine
Rowers be like “I know a place” and then not take you because they have to get up at 4am the next day
Rowers be like “I know a place” and then take you to the erg room
Went for a row for the first time since March 11. I have…mixed feelings. I miss my team. I miss my river. I miss stroking a powerful 8 instead of a double. Yet, being on the water was awesome, as it almost always is. It feels a little like coming home. I didn’t get to say goodbye to my last season with my team the way I wanted to, but the sport is still here, and it’s not the end; it’s just a new chapter. I know that someday I’ll row down my river again. Someday I’ll sit in a fast 8 again. My time with my team is like the threads of a story that carry through to the end, all the way to the back cover—there will be a last time, someday, and some last times have already passed, but for now, I can remember and relive and reconnect, and that is enough.
Do you remember the grocery store, Mr. Frodo? It’ll be spring soon, and the Red Sox will be at Fenway; and the cafes will be putting tables on the sidewalk; and they’ll be cleaning out the boathouses on the Charles; and eating takeout from the Armenian grocery store. Do you remember the taste of takeout?
November will end well. Things are being put into place to assure that 2020 will be an amazing year for me.
“2020 will be an amazing year for me” well it had better get a lot fucking better real fucking fast because these first 2.5 months really ain’t doing it for me
No offense but I’d like…….die for my coach lmfao
My college is shutting down and kicking us out for the foreseeable future. Spring season is cancelled. After Wednesday I’m never going to row with my team again. I’m probably never going to race again. Crew became my life in college and now it’s over and it barely even started and I don’t know what to do, like I knew it was going to end eventually, I knew this season was going to be my last and it would end after graduation, because even if I row again in the future it’s not going to be with this team. I just thought I’d have two more months instead of two more days.