Saturday, October 31, 2009
Friday, October 30, 2009
This is what happens when you need to get to Van Dusen before they close--you end up have to take work conference calls from the boathouse. (And I finally gave Rob photo credit. :)
Posted by Igor at 7:23 PM
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Kona, Queen K Highway, December 2006. Because this is what I am going to remember, and not some stupid hospital room in Durham. I will also remember Boulder (all four trips), running in Montana, watching the sunset on Maui, riding a road bike for the first time, racing my first triathlon, making chocolate covered everything, Gromit and Wallace (because that's how you looked at it), watching Ratatouille 1.5 times, and a whole lot of little inside jokes that only the two of us would get. I'll remember finding out that two and a half months is really not enough time to train for the Boston Marathon, but being glad I got to do it, anyway. I'll remember thinking about you during the run at the Timberman 70.3, and getting goosebumps in the middle of an 80-degree August afternoon. I'll remember racing with your name on my oar at the Head of the Charles. And I'll remember all the friends that we made along the way, and all the friends that helped me maintain some semblance of sanity over the last two years.
Thank you for everything, Margs.
Posted by Igor at 10:35 AM
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Monday, October 26, 2009
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Friday, October 23, 2009
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
And now, yourrrrrr quad lineeeeeeupppppp:
At stroke seat, you all know him, Niles Kuronen.
At three, imported from Switzerland, Dave Gabel.
At two seat, sculling like a fool, Igor Belakovskiy.
And, in bow, driving like it's Daytona, Peeeete Morelli.
(taken by the locks under the Zakim bridge).
Posted by Igor at 7:52 AM
Monday, October 19, 2009
Sunday, October 18, 2009
I believe the only Riverside winner at this year's HOCR, and a very, very, very deserving one. Congratulations, Liane!
By the time the men's Great Eight raced, conditions changed a touch.
And even in the very next race, the women's Great Eight got even more flakes.
Posted by Igor at 8:00 PM