Ugh. Average pre-sunrise temps at the boathouse these days hover in the low- to mid-40s. The intermediate squad has already had one practice turn into a land workout due to fog that would. not. lift.
Then there’s the wind — the cold kind that stings your lungs on the harder pieces at higher rates. There’s debris in the water — more than usual, even for our busy estuary. There’s the lure of an extra hour or two of sleep, a warm (dry!) bed, and a more leisurely first cup of coffee…
But then there’s this:
And don’t forget them:
Your coffee can wait. See you on the dock.