For the last 3 or 4 years, I’ve attempted to keep fit over the winter by erging, but every year I get thwarted by a cold that turns into a cough that knocks me on my ass for 4-6 weeks right. One year I got the cough for 6 weeks, cured it, started to erg again, and two weeks later I got bloody whooping cough that stopped me for another three weeks or so, and by then it was paddling season again.
Over the summer, I’ve seen a allergist and a pulmonologist. Of course, it took 6+ months to get the first appointment with each of them so I wasn’t showing any symptoms. (By the way, anybody who says that only countries with full health coverage have waiting list problems can suck it.) But the allergist did a full panel and said I’ve got mild to moderate allergies to many types of dust and pollen and mites. So we took some steps to deal with mites, putting mite covers on the mattress, pillows and duvet, and some other stuff.
But when the erging season started in earnest, I immediately noticed that every time I erged I had a cough for a couple of days afterwards. It’s an unusual cough, because it doesn’t feel like it’s in my lungs or trachea, it’s more like I’ve got un-swallowed saliva at the back of my mouth. Ok, maybe it’s not related to the yearly “cold of death”, but it’s worth taking notice of. And my suspicions are pointing very strongly to how dusty my erg room is.
What clinched that diagnosis in my mind was Saturday, when I woke with a bit of one of those weird coughs from erging a few days previous, but then I went paddling outside, and that cleared the cough up! Absolutely no coughing on Saturday until this evening. Time to get serious about dust.
So I’ve revived the HEPA filter that we used to have in the bird room but stopped using because it would clog up so quickly with cockatiel dust that we couldn’t keep up with it. It’s now upstairs in the erg room, running at full blast hopefully clearing the air. I also tossed the old box fan I used to use to cool myself because the plastic grate on one side has completely disintegrated leaving a bare fan. I grabbed another box fan out of the upstairs guest room – it’s of similar vintage, but its plastic hasn’t completely deteriorated yet. And this evening I took the completely unprecedented step of vacuuming and throwing away a ton of junk. The room hasn’t looked so good since we moved in.
I guess now we wait to see if that helps. I’ve actually got a bit of the weird cough going on from stirring up all that dust while vacuuming. But tomorrow I’ll erg and see if it turns worse of stays the same. Fingers crossed.
Also, another paddler who makes YouTube race videos that I follow on social media goes by either “Szechung Kayaker” or “Chris Sze”. He lives in Bishops Stortford England, and I’m intensely jealous of how much racing they do there, even if it is on narrow canals in narrow little sprint boats. I was watching one of his recent videos and it suddenly struck me that
He’s paddling a pink KayakPro boat
One of Grayson’s videos is of a pink KayakPro boat in Bishops Stortford.
Hmmm. I wonder if Grayson just used on Chris’s video? I definitely had to try that route now. It’s only 5.6km, which means it’s pretty much an all-out sprint, but I did a couple of long distance workouts this weekend, so why not?
When I’m racing against my own videos, I’m the only person whose ever done them. Which is fine, but it takes out some of the competitive aspect. This one had a lot more people on it – I think it was 9? Certainly enough to make it a huge challenge.
Right off the gun, there were two people who jumped right out front – literally 100+ meters ahead before the first kilometer was over. There was one guy who was more like 20 meters ahead, and one guy who was 20 meters or so behind. Right, I thought, my work is cut out for me – just keep between these two guys and hope they tire before I do. Very much a familiar race tactic for me, except there was no wake to ride.
Like I said, I was treating this like a sprint, so instead of the 10.6-10.8 km/hr I usually make on the erg (and I don’t think it’s calibrated, because that’s on race courses where I usually average about 10.4-10.5 km/hr), I was making 12.2 km/hr. It was hard, but I was counting down the meters to the end, as well as watching those two names and the meters distance to each one. The guy ahead moved further out, reaching somewhere around 100 meters by the turn around, while the guy behind me got closer and closer, coming within 9 meters in the same distance.
But with about 3 km to go, the guy ahead of me must have slowed down to catch his breath or stopped to have a drink, because suddenly I was ahead of him, while the guy who was behind me dropped a bit further back to about 14 meters. I fooled myself into thinking they’d both gotten tired, but I was already giving it everything I could. The only thing that thought did was prevent me from slowing down, because I really wanted to slow down. But they both got their second wind or something and both of them passed me. I contested that sprint like I battling side-by-side with Dave W at a NYMCRA points race, but both of them beat me, the one who’d been behind most of the time beating me by 1 second.
I like this idea of doing shorter, harder sessions on the erg. I’ve heard there’s a way to use Kinomap for interval training, I’ll have to look into that as well. I know I work harder in intervals if there are other people with me, so maybe this will help.
Yesterday was the Baycreek Cup, hosted by Baycreek Paddle Center. The race is out and back on Irondequoit Bay, however as a concession to the shallow “suck water” and weeds in the channel leading from Irondequoit Creek and the bay, the start was moved out to the channel leading out of the marina at the foot of the bay. It still finishes at Baycreek in the creek, so it’s important to keep some energy in reserve to power through that last 800 meters. Fortunately the race is only 12 and a bit kilometers, so that’s not too difficult.
It’s nice having a race in your own back yard, because you can practice the course over and over again. The first couple of times I paddled it, I was really concerned about the channel because about 500 meters of it was so weedy that I got stopped dead and could only move forward by shuffling my weight. Some of the paddle boarders nearly got knocked off their boards, such was the sudden stop when you hit this stuff. Fortunately the race organizer, Ken, arranged to drive a rented power boat up and down the channel until they’d chopped a path through the weeds. I’m sure the boat rental agency weren’t thrilled with that, but it made this way better for us. The path was only a boat wide, though, so it would be important to be in the lead of any group you were in when you hit it because there wouldn’t be any passing, and who ever hit the open water after it could really put the hammer down and drop people.
In our practices, Dennis was constantly dogging my steps, either side by side with me or riding my wake. I knew I’d really have to be on my toes to not let him get the better of me. I was figuring worst case he’d ride my wake for until near the end and then sprint around me to grab the channel first, and best case we’d trade off leads all the way around and then it would be a matter of timing and sprint power at the end. After our practices, I thought beating 70 minutes would be an attainable goal, especially if I could cooperate with Dennis.
Race day turned out to be windy. Standing at Baycreek getting ready, the flags were indicating a very strong wind directly up the length of the bay, meaning a fast first half and a horrible slog coming back. It was also predicted that above the bridge the waves would probably be pretty rough at the turn around. I liked the idea of a fast first half, wasn’t too thrilled about the turn around or the slog back. But when we paddled out to the start, the flags out there were indicating a wind directly across the bay. The waves were still pretty much heading north, but the wind was pretty much west to east, making me think the wind hadn’t shifted that long ago and maybe they’d turn completely around during the race. Ok, that would make things tricker, and maybe easier if they turned into a tail wind for the trip home. Not that the bay ever does that – it’s far more likely to give you a headwind in both directions in my experience.
As we’re milling around at the start, everybody helped each other checking their rudders for weeds picked up coming out through the channel and such. Jim wanted to dock up with me to get stability to mess with his GPS, and he was still fiddling with it when Ken gave us the 10 seconds to start notification. We quickly extricated ourselves from each other and got ready to go.
Jim leapt off the line like he usually does, and continued straight up the channel. I, on the other hand, headed more out into the bay, hoping to pick up more of that tail wind that I was hoping was still out there. We’ve discussed this difference in route in practice sessions, and Jim’s route is definitely better if there is a head wind because he stays in the wind shadow from the point, and also he stays in deeper water so less drag (or “suck” as we usually refer to it). But my way is more direct, and like I said, I was hoping there might be remnants of the tail wind and/or waves from behind more towards the middle of the bay. It didn’t really work out that way, and not long after the start the waves were definitely from the beam, although pretty small.
I risked a couple of glances around and I could see Dennis and Mark had opted to follow Jim up the channel, and the first time I spotted them they seemed about even with me. That was concerning, especially if they worked together. I increased my stroke rate and tried to make some more progress against the unfavourable winds and waves. Sometimes it seemed like the waves were coming from in front, and sometimes from the side, but the wind was mostly from the side, and I was certainly slower than I’d been in practice.
Nearing the first point, I took another glance around and saw Dennis and Mark were out of the channel and heading straight towards me, although a few boat lengths behind. I was still convinced it was a matter of time before they caught me, so I tried to speed up even more, pacing be damned. At the point, one of the race safety kayaks was there and I gave them as good a nod and a hello as I could manage.
Under the bridge I went, and the waves got noticeably choppier. But they were still coming from the side, which for reasons I can’t entirely explain made turning at the turn-around marker much easier than if they’d been from behind. I took the turn pretty wide to keep my speed and stability up, and was amazed to see Dennis was now a fair distance behind and Mark was even further behind. Maybe the chop was bothering them more than it bothered me. I guess I could afford to slow down a smidge and recover, but I was still aware that Dennis is far fitter than I am and could catch up at any time if I were to blow up or slack off.
I noticed that after the turn, Jim had headed over to the upwind side of the bay. I guessed he was hoping to get out of the wind. I considered it, but it seemed like it would add a bit of distance to the race, and also the shoreline on that side is quite irregular so it would be hard to stay out of the wind without going into and out of all the little embayments. He told me afterwards that while he was hoping to get out of the wind, his secondary goal was to find a boat coming out of one of the many marinas on that side and ride their wake.
I tried looking around for Dennis a few times on the way down and couldn’t see him. I couldn’t understand, I was sure that meant either he’d dumped it out there and was miles behind, or he was right on my stern wash and I couldn’t see him because I wasn’t turning all the way around. I found out afterwards he’d followed Jim’s strategy, figuring he didn’t have anything to lose and he might get an advantage over me. It seems to have only added 150 meters or so to his distance compared to mine, so maybe it was worth it? I guess we’ll never know for sure.
But in my uncertainty, I had to be extra vigilant to make sure I didn’t let my speed drop. I bobbled a couple of boat wakes and had to stop paddling once or twice to brace, and I was sure I was setting myself up to get caught. But every time I did I’d look down at my GPS, concentrate on getting a good snap of the blade out of the water, and watch my speed increase by 0.3 to 0.5 km/hr.
After the bridge, it was less rough in the southern bay but the wind was still being a pain. It was either straight in my face or off to the right, and quite gusty. And the boat wakes were more numerous. I only saw boats heading north, so I guess that’s why Jim didn’t get those boat wakes to ride.
Also in the south bay I was starting to pass the stragglers of the paddle board race. One of them was ahead of me and only a few hundred meters from the entrance to the weed channel, so I put on another major effort to get ahead of him. The last thing I would have wanted was to get stuck behind a paddle board going 2 km/hr slower in the channel and allow Dennis to catch up. But after I passed him I could relax a bit and recover knowing that nobody was going to pass me until the other end of the weeds. And once I got there, I put in one last sprint under the road and across the line at the shop.
Afterwards, all there was to do was to wait for Dennis and Mark. I don’t have the official times here, but I think I was about a minute and a half ahead of Dennis and maybe another minute to Mark? Both Jim and I missed our goals by 2 minutes, which I guess is the rough water and unfavorable winds factor. Still, a fun tune-up race for next week’s Long Lake, great atmosphere, good food, and the band that Ken hires every time are still as delightfully bad as they always are.
I’d say the day dawned bright and early, but Mike and I actually hit the road before dawn so it was not bright but it sure was early. After driving behind what I thought were the slowest drivers in the Adirondaks (at least until the drive home) we arrived around 9:30 in plenty of time to register and prepare.
There was a strong breeze, and Mike decided to switch from his cut down rudder to a normal weedless. I stuck with my new 5″ DK rudder, which is a bit smaller than an Epic stock weedless, but still gives me pretty good control. The wind actually picked up by race time and gave us a ton of challenging wind and wave conditions from every direction, but I never wished for more rudder control.
There was a stronger field this year than last. There were the guys who I knew I had no chance against, like Jan W and Eric and Ed Joy. There was Jim Fredricks and his wife JoAnn, who last year only did the 7 mile race but this year he was saying that he’d “probably” do the 14 miler – in this race you’re allowed to decide which one you’re going to do at the first buoy turn. Eileen Visser was here, as well as her son Scott. And a whole load of our Rochester paddling group, including Dennis Moriarty and Mark Ressig, both of whom have beaten me the last time we raced each other. Roger Gocking and Jim Phillips were in Roger’s V8 Double.
Of course, being racers we had to have the traditional pre-race “airing of the excuses”. Eric claimed he’d just gotten over some sort of stomach bug, and Jan said he had only paddled twice since the Tupper Lake race. We declared Eric the winner of the excuse contest. Turns out later that he actually hadn’t been exaggerating.
Off the start, I was resolved to not make my usual mistake of leading a pack and then getting beaten by them. So I was sort of on Jim F’s side wake and Mike was beside me. Eric must have had a slow start because he came chugging through on the other side of Mike. Jim was a little anxious to get on Eric’s wake and basically was pushing me into Mike until I thought “why am I doing this” and decided to hold my line. Jim ended up tapping me, but that’s racing. Then he was ahead, and I kind of crowding Mike out of his stern wake. Looking back I could see Dennis and Mark and a few others on Mike’s wake.
We were somewhere near the buoy where the 7 mile racers turn off when Eileen came chugging up along side me. She wasn’t looking for anybody’s wake to ride, but it looked like a lot of Mike’s train was now on her. We pretty much stayed like that, with Jim leading one train with me right behind, and Eileen leading another train. The first river was a bit narrow but nobody really got in each other’s way. Then we came out into Eagle Lake.
We had quite a headwind by now and the waves were making it hard to keep station on Jim’s stern wake. I tapped his stern exactly once, which I thought was pretty good boat handling on my part considering I’d been on his stern for 4 kilometers, but he didn’t like it and yelled at me. As we went into the second river, I ended up side by side with Eileen and we were trying to not interfere with each other or with Jim but it was a tight squeeze and we couldn’t be 100% non-interfering without just conceding the whole race and going into single file.
On the next lake, the wind seemed even stronger. Jim grabbed his drink hose and I noticed his hand shaking a bit and his boat twitching, and I thought “hey, maybe he doesn’t like being in the waves or maybe he doesn’t like being in a pack in the waves, either way I’ve got to take advantage of that”. If either of those is true, it’s no wonder he didn’t like me tapping his stern earlier. Or maybe it was a ploy – earlier he’d tried a few ploys to make me take the lead or to drop me but I saw them coming a mile away. Just one of the many advantages of training in a big group like we do here in Rochester.
I surged ahead, hoping I could drop him. Eileen came with me and we ended up side by side going into the wind. Eileen remarked how this is just the most beautiful race, and I can’t say I disagree. We didn’t drop Jim, although we had dropped a lot of our respective trains at this point. Jim seemed like he wasn’t sure which of us to follow as I saw him switch from my stern to Eileen’s a few times.
Approaching the turn buoy, I could see that the people ahead had gone clockwise. Since I thought we had a gap, I suggested to Eileen that we go counter clockwise instead, because it would mean that we’d exit the turn with a good strong wind behind us. But just as we start the turn we see Jim and JoAnn and a couple of others just a half a boat length back and bound and determined to go around clockwise and yelling at us to widen our turn so they could turn inside us. While the map at the captain’s meeting didn’t indicate a preferred turn direction at this buoy, and last year we turned it counter clockwise, the map on the race website does show a clockwise turn so they were probably within their rights to demand we accommodate them, and we did. But turning into the wind did help, and we opened up a good gap.
On the downwind, our speeds went up from around 9 km/hr to around 11 km/hr. I was hoping we’d pick up more but the waves were only moving about 9 km/hr and we had to punch through them rather than ride them. Eileen stopped to eat something, so now I was alone for a minute or two until Jim caught back up and passed me. I tried to stay with him, but couldn’t. He had maybe a two boat length gap heading into the first river but he kept pulling away. And as we headed into Blue Mountain Lake, JoAnn came through and passed me and caught him – I’d actually expected Eileen rather than JoAnn. They then proceeded to work with each other and increase their lead on me for the rest of the race.
As we proceeded around the lake, each buoy turn gave you an opportunity to see who was behind you and how far back they are. They also launch you into a new direction with respect to the wind and new conditions of wind and wave. Sometimes it was surprising because you’d think based on the previous leg that you’d end up with a beam sea for the next leg, but the wind would be channeled around an island or the waves would refract between two islands and you’d find yourself with a good following sea or at least a not very adverse angle.
At the first couple of buoy turns, I could see that I had a really good gap on Eileen and Dennis, that Mike and Mark were well off the pace, and Bob Raymonda had moved himself nearly into contention with Dennis. And then as the race went on, my gap over Eileen and Dennis shrunk a bit but not enough to worry about.
But then the last couple of legs had quite adverse beam waves and reflected waves off the shore and all manner of challenges, and I was foundering a bit, having to brace once or twice on some of the turns and missing strokes. But I was still amazingly surprised on the last leg into the finish when Eileen passed me, and I glanced over and saw Dennis almost there as well. Suddenly I was no longer thinking about the waves and balance, and only thinking about catching Eileen back up and keeping ahead of Dennis. And you know what? I felt much more stable then than I had before. I didn’t catch her, but I don’t think I was more than a boat length behind. (I think the official result has me 39 second back, which I don’t think is accurate.) Looking at my rear facing video camera, it looks like Dennis was at least 5-10 seconds behind me, although officially he was given a time 2 seconds back. Oh well, as long as the positions are right, right?