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| From Vince as posted to Penn Kayaking: |
Beautiful day for racing in Milton, DE yesterday - cooler, overcast, incoming
tide - gotta love it!!! PKCG was well represented - Jeff E., Jeff P., John,
Patty, Chris, and myself.
My pre-race training consisted of eating cheeseburgers and drinking many beers
the night before. S. always says it's important to hydrate. She didn't say with
what. I had the obligatory Wawa stop in the AM to fortify myself with 3 sausage,
egg and cheese sandwiches. "Maximizing caloric intake, one giant meal at a
time..."
Stopped on the road down to the race site to rescue a turtle. Why did the turtle
cross the road??? Dunno, but he'll be a squashed turtle if he doesn't learn to
do it faster. Jeff P. came along then and said I was building up good pre-race
karma. I think he then went off to see if he could find an old lady to help
across the street.
Unloaded and decked out boat with pirate flag and pink rubber duckie. Add the
obligatory blindingly colorful shorts, and well, "festive" may be a term that
some would use...
I did bring extra blindingly colorful shorts (I believe I referred to them as
"speed shorts") for John, but he declined to wear them.
My boat number was #8. Jeff P's was #69. He felt that the race officials may
have been making a statement about our mental capacities, since these numbers
would be the same upside down as rightside up...
I'm not disagreeing...
Since I don't have a fast boat, and I have a crippling shoulder injury, my goal
was not to win. My goal was to keep Don McGonaghey, Joe Warren and former
Olympian Holm Schmidt in my sight as long as possible. I am proud to be able to
report that I did achieve this. Until the race started...
Mass start of all singles, followed by mass start of all doubles 5 minutes
later. Over 100 boats entered. To help avoid the mass carnage, I try to get
behind a fast boat. This year, I picked the two Jeffs. Got run into once after
the start, for no apparent reason, since the field was breaking apart at that
point.
Usually there aren't many changes in boat position after things get sorted out
after the start. I ended up alongside a aqua fiberglass sea kayak and just
behind a red plastic boat. Pulled away from aqua after a while. Red and I were
trading positions back and forth. He was a local. He faded a bit at mile 5. A
pro tandem passed me about this time, the only tandem that caught up to me
during the race. Then I was alone.
Passed a couple pleasure boats. Asked them if they had rum.
A solo canoe and S.'s friend Tom passed me midrace. Aqua caught up to me, and we
then saw a marker saying "3/4". After a bit, I increased my stroke rate. Aqua
hung with me for a while, but faded back again. After 15 minutes, I realized
that the sign was nowhere near the 3/4 mark, and I still had a couple miles to
go. I didn't want to bring my rate down, so I gritted my teeth (I've been
practicing that part at work), and channeled my Inner S.
Passed one more boat around mile 9, saw Cyndi paddling around in Holm's boat
(which requires you to be superhuman to even remain upright). Started to sprint
towards the finish. Crossed the line as the announcer was saying, "See, not all
pirates are bad!" I was the 16th boat across. Both Jeffs finished ahead of me.
Chris and Patty finished right behind me. John was a few minutes behind. I was
first in the Cheesy Plastic Boat category. Chris was 1st in the coveted Guy With
Greenland Stick category. John was first in the Tan Pungo category. Patty was
3rd in the Female Kayak category. Only Patty received a trophy, probably just an
oversight by the race committee.
Holm Schmidt was the first Superhuman to cross the line, followed by Melissa
Schmidt. Wonder if they know each other...
Long, long wait for the shuttle back, then on to Chris's house for food, beer
hydration, and a Greenland rolling demonstration in Chris' pool by Dave in his
wooden kayak.
Best Broadkill ever in terms of weather and how I felt afterwards. As someone
once said, "it was a good day."
V. |

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