Race Around the Rock
Then my Mom gets a call from me, in SF, flush from my latest activity - the sweep at the outrigger sprint championships in Sacramento, my new 50k PR at the Skyline 50k trail race, a dominating performance at the Alcatraz outrigger race where my women's crew beat every other boat in our race - women's and co-ed - and my first paddling race in Hawaii this past weekend. I am the activity rockstar. But I do have a corporate job. So there's that. Which is nice.
But I digress. Race Around the Rock! The first of the long distance outrigger races following sprint season and right in our own San Francisco waters, spanning 10 or so miles from the Golden Gate bridge, around Alcatraz, to the Bay bridge and back to Chrissy Field. Following the usual format, women only and co-ed boats raced together first followed by the men's boats.
My women's crew lined up mid-bay between the north and south ends of the Golden Gate bridge with 20 or so boats towing an imaginary line until the flag from the lead boat dropped and we were off. To our right, the Mt. Tam women's crew (our cross bay rivals and Jessica's newly adopted club) got a huge jump on the start surging ahead from the cluster of canoes and pulling out to a quick lead.
Amy picked a beautiful line through the waters - through almost invisible currents and small bumps on the water that we accelerated down to put more distance between us and the co-ed boats slowly gaining ground behind us. She kept our sights small - focus on this landmark, on that landmark, be the first boat there, don't let them beat you, this is your race to lose. It kept our focus - that and the proximity of the voices from the Tam co-ed boat that kept drawing closer in the last miles. It was one seemingly small and slow-rolling swell - it might have been from a passing ferry boat - that propelled us out of their reach. As we buried our blades deeper, pulling harder, Amy pushing faster, we caught every inch of the ride that swell offered and left the sounds of the other boat behind us.
It was the kind of day you relive in your mind, as you drift off to sleep. You wonder when you'll feel that synergy with the crew again, with the conditions, with the day. I know enough not to take it for granted. Someone can have an off day, the conditions can favor another team's strengths. You have to have a team of six all dialed in as one: on the same goal, the same stroke and feel of the boat, the same determination to push through the fatigue at the end of a race. I hope it happens again this season, but I'll savor this one for a long time to come.
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