erGOALS…

I have always encouraged others to make sure they take a moment to enjoy the small successes achieved along the way in working toward the larger goal. The road to reaching any accomplishment--whether it's publishing your thesis or dissertation, finishing a long-range project at work, to training to be an elite rower--is long, difficult and inevitably …

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You Are a Rower: Fact.

As a former volleyball, basketball, soccer, and softball athlete (notice, all multi-player, ball team sports) I recently experienced a little bit of a "denial" phase that I can now consider myself a rower. In college, the rowers were always nice people--perhaps a little odd to me. I mean being involved in the sport has to attract a certain kind of person...and mental …

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Resolutions to Rio

So I might be a few days late but I think resolutions are to be made on a continual basis. Who's really watching deadlines? Don't get me wrong, it is wonderful to mark the turn of a new calendar year with (hopefully) life-improving statements and more importantly plan(s) for follow-through and results. But resolutions shouldn't …

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Back at the Boathouse

I have mentioned before how valuable having a training partner is. Yesterday was my first workout back with my partner Brian, breaking a long 11-day solitary confinement driven by my own ambition to get the workouts in--and of course, my workout binder (yes, I have a binder that catalogues my workouts, mileage, test results, etc--I …

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Planes, Trains, and ERGometers…

I spent a good solid hour tracking down an ERG to get my afternoon workout in on Sunday. It became comical. I put some serious miles in touring my old hometown in search of that one place that held the key to my workout for the day. Lesson learned: Rowing machines are not easy to …

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Feel-Good Junkie

5am. I woke up pretty tired this morning. Not unbearably tired, but enough to make me bury my head in the pillow and hit the snooze button for an extra 15 minutes or so. Living in an old Connecticut-house-turned-apartment (with crappy insulation that fails to keep out the frigid New England air), averaging maybe 5-6 hours of sleep a night, and …

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