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Originally Posted by Andynan
what sport achievements of your own are you most proud of ? Any cool football story?
No cool football stories really. I was center, because (believe t or not) I was the only one who could consistently remember the snap count. OF course I memorized the playbook the first week, and when we left the huddle I'd often have someone, even the quarterback at times, ask me what he was doing n the play...
In sports, I'm reasonably proud of a few things. As a wrestler I was pretty tough, which is one f the things required but wasn't entirely good. When I found myself in an illegal chokehold that the ref couldn't see, I had the choice of get pinned, or choke myself working to escape. I twisted into it, escaping the hold while crushing my trachea. I won that match. Ought I be proud of that? I suppose not, but it's who I was at the time.
Better would be my experience with crew, first at Yale and then at Michigan. I am not built for crew and didn't have the cardiovascular ability for it, but I joined the lightweight crew anyway. (That's up to 165 pounds, which required taking some weight off but was possible.) Practices were several hours per day total (two per day), plus biking or running to the river. The track stars and the guys who'd been rowing for years at prep school were fine, but I couldn't really keep up... but I didn't quit. When we'd take our pulses after a hard run (every few days) I had to lie because I knew they'd pull me from the boat: most of the guys were in the 165-180 range, but I rutinely ran at 200 and once clocked a 220 beats/minute. For those who don't know heart rates: that's bad. The 200 means I was overtraining badly enough that I couldn't real benefit from it; the 22 means my heart's in danger of going into fibrillation.
The first week back after break in January is the toughest. I had't nbeen making it, I knew — I was 4th boat, for one thing, plus the constant exhaustion — but I would have hung with it if I had a chance. I visited with the coach during off hours and asked what the minimum score I could get on an upcoming test (never mind the details) would be that in his experience was consistent with it being possible to succeed. He told me, and told me I wouldn't make it.
I went through that week, during which I was essentially a full time (and exhausted) athlete, and at the end we had our erg test. I asked the coach to cox me (very unusual), and he did... and I failed. By a lot. I simply wasn't strong enough cardiovascularly — but I was sure I had done absolutely everything possible.
I had agreed with the coach that I'd quit if I couldn't get the number he'd said, and I di, and that's actually a big part of what I was proud of. I made it through the pain, but that came naturally; what didn't was admitting that there was something that was simply beyond my capacity.
I did crew again at U of M, where it was was much less competitive, but there I was forced to switch from port to starboard, then back again, and I was still hampered by being just plain not good enough. I did have the pleasure, though, of stroking
1 a four to victory in a regatta in Philadelphia, a victory (my only one) that I earned with a total of eight months or so of misery. It did feel good.
1The stroke, meaning the rearmost oarsman, sets the pace for the boat: the coxswain tells the stroke how many strokes/minute he wants at any given point, and the stroke does it while everyone else tries to match him. I wasn't the strongest rower in the boat, ever, but I could keep things steady no matter how tired I got so I was a good stroke.
Last edited by atakdog; 11-16-2009 at 04:39 PM.