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Diary of a Novice Paddler 2008 - Judi
Clark
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Journal
by Judi Clark who is a paddler on the 2008
Barnet Crew
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#1: Pre-season Prep:
When the going gets tough...go shopping.
My friends have recommended a paddling jacket that covers the
butt and that MEC is a good place look. A shopaholic, I very rarely
feel overwhelmed when in a store, but walking into MEC was a close
call.
Starting in the paddling section (which
seemed a logical choice) was a bad idea. The jacket on sale and
the least expensive was $299.00. Oh My!!! Fortunately, a very
helpful sales clerk directed me to the women's section. Here I
could find a jacket that although not designed to protect me from
hypothermia should I go overboard in the middle of the ocean,
would be more than sufficient for spring workouts. Note to self:
do everything to avoid deep cold water dips.
The real deal though were water resistant
pants I found at the Bay. Forty % off the last sale price - I
think they paid me to take them out of the store. Shopping tales
probably seem trite, but it’s much easier to understand
than the reality of the adventure I am about to begin.

#2:
Six weeks to season start:
OH NO! Patricia and I went to the gym yesterday. I don't know how
she feels today but my arms and shoulders have a few things to say!
At the same time though I am really looking forward to the next
few weeks and training my body for this new challenge.

#3:
Our first crew meeting – February
25, 2008
Words fail as I walk into Orrie’s home and see the women with
whom I have so many experiences in common. Everyone is happy and
excited, looking forward to the paddling season. At the same time
however, I can’t help but feel some poignant moments as I
realize what has brought us all together.
Being the women we are there
is a ton of food and of course ample kool-aid. The meeting begins
and we work through the tasks of organizing our crew and figuring
out who will do what. I keep repeating people’s names in my
mind, but who am I kidding! If I know my own name by the end of
the evening with all the new info we are getting, I’ll be
happy.
Orrie models the two different
paddles, wooden and the other black one. It seems most prefer the
lighter other one, but apparently wooden is better for newbies.
Given my gym experience, I personally think light is good but will
go with the advice of the wiser more experienced among us.
As the evening draws to
a close, I am still very much in awe of what it means to be here
with these women. I am in awe of the time and commitment they give
to this organization, the support to one another and that we are
here. A mentor of mine from a previous career as family therapist,
once said of trauma survivors, first we are victims, then we are
survivors and then we are warriors. With these women around me,
I feel like I am entering the warrior phase.

#4: March
20 2008 Dancing with the Stars or I didn’t know counting to
four could be so difficult!
It’s 2 pm Thursday
and 10 others from this crazy Barnet Crew have gathered for a lesson
in Salsa dancing. Rosita, another new crew member and our fearless
instructor convinced us it would be great exercise and fun to boot.
I am learning this is a crew that really likes to have fun. I’m
not sure, but I think Rosita is learning we may be a group for whom
adaptations are necessary.
We start with the
Meringay (if I can’t dance it, you can’t expect me to
spell it.) It is the easiest apparently, but even as I write this
a just few hours later, I don’t know how to outline the steps.
I know we counted to four, and that women always step forward with
the left foot, or was that the right? We start forward with one
of our feet and I stared at my feet for the whole time so you think
I would remember with which I started. We meringayed, Cha Cha’d,
Tangoed and Rumba’d. We laughed and we glowed because of course
we don’t sweat.
Rosita, you were wonderful
and I can’t wait until next Thursday. I do hope however, I
am better able to synchronize my arms in paddling with the beat
of the drummer than I have so far been able to coordinate my feet.
Paddles Up.
#5:
Saturday March 29, 2008
I listened horrified to
each and every weather forecast for the day. Who would have thought
our first paddling day would be preceded by two days of hail and
snow -at the end of March yet! However, we arrived at Barnet and
although cold there was some sun in the sky. Did I mention cold?
After some brief business
stuff and a warm up led by yours truly, we each took a place at
the side of the boat to carry it down to the water. The style of
stroke we will be using this year is different than in previous
years and Brenda and Orrie worked so hard to clearly demonstrate
it in a dry land lesson. Certainly, my ability (or more aptly, lack
thereof) is no reflection on their efforts. I thought I had it mastered,
until I got into the boat.
Moving the Doriana into
the water is a bit of an effort, but I think we were all so excited
to get our feet wet, which we really did, that it was all part of
the fun. We were soon all aboard, novices matched with more experienced
paddlers and ready to begin.
To say it was all easy and
went smoothly would be a lie. I truly am a slow learner, to which
the paddler sitting behind me could easily attest. I splashed her
so many times, you’d have thought I was in a water fight.
There were times during the drills when I was so out of sync I despaired
of being allowed back next Saturday. But then there were the voices
of the coaches and team captain and other more experienced paddlers,
saying you’re really getting it; you’re doing so well;
you can do this. And because they also offered very specific and
helpful advice, I almost believe I just may be able to do this.
I will work at not bobbing, at keeping both hands over the side
of the boat and keeping the paddle at 45 degrees (and not splashing
everyone around me, I promise!)
Physically, I found paddling
demanding but it may have been less so if I had followed the training
program. I know at one point in the practice, I yelled back at Patricia,
we should have gone to the gym! The day after, my shoulders were
sore, my legs were sore - I don’t quite have that bracing
thing down yet, and my butt -oh so sore.
Emotionally and spiritually,
it was an incredibly uplifting experience. Being out on the water,
the eagles, this group of women, and of course, the Doriana - I
am so looking forward to Wednesday and our next paddling session.
#6: Wednesday,
April 2nd
Our warm-up Wednesday night
was a spicy treat of Salsa dancing led by Rosa. As we concentrated
and enjoyed ourselves, we sometimes laughed at ourselves as we readied
to move our energies to paddling. I was a bit concerned at first
when there was a suggestion we might not have enough people to go
out on the water. However people rushed in from work and we were
going on the water!
Another amazing experience
- I knew I would find it difficult to put into words, I just didn’t
realize how much. The drills our coaches put us through were demanding
and their support and individual attention to our needs seemed unending.
We would paddle intensely for a minute (I think I will do a check
on Brenda Tierney’s watch - it seemed longer than one minute)
and then let it run. We practiced the zig-zag drill. Figuring out
who was a zig or a zag took a couple of minutes and it’s amazing
to me how those minutes of “rest” seem to fly by. We
all worked to perfect this new stroke and Orrie, Brenda and Deb
were so conscientious about moving up and down the boat giving instruction
and support. They were so focused on us that at one point, I thought
we might lose Deb overboard after a whack in the nose from someone
whose name won’t be mentioned because we all know how terrible
Orrie felt afterwards.
Diane, my seating partner
and I switched sides about half way through practice. I like the
idea of moving from one side to the other during the practice and
bracing with my left foot was much easier than my previous experience.
Apparently, I am not bobbing as much, but am now so bent over my
posture is threatening serious back pain. I’m not sure I would
have noticed that night. It was incredibly beautiful, the water
was calm, the setting sun warm on our backs and faces. As I looked
around at my crew-mates, I realized that despite having been quite
physically active in my adult life, this is the first team sport
in which I have participated. I love it! We won’t mention
the cold soup waiting for us after practice because I plugged the
crock pot into a non working outlet. It’s a lovely clubhouse
with just a few eccentricities.

#7: Saturday,
April 5th
By Saturday, Deb’s
nose was looking much straighter and there was no evidence of a
black eye. Who said paddling wasn’t a contact sport? The day
unfortunately was not looking as good. The sky was overcast and
there was a definite threat of rain. After our warm up we trundled
the Doriana down to the beach. I know the more experienced Barnet
crew would like an easier system, but right now for me, as a novice,
I’m enjoying the experience of us all walking her to the water.
It seems part of an important ritual in being together. It’s
like when the dishwasher breaks and everyone gets together to wash
and dry and chit chat.
It was especially easy moving
the boat today because there were so many more people and some new
faces. Once in the water, our coaches put us through our paces.
They seem to have a never-ending variety of drills, but this is
not a complaint because while we are working hard, we are keeping
warm! Sometimes I’d look up at Brenda and couldn’t imagine
how cold she must get on days like this when the only movement she
makes is to go back and forth along the boat helping us to perfect
our stroke. Unless threatening us with the torture tube (I don’t
even want to know), she is always smiling and encouraging.
Lynn, our steersperson in
training also had what I imagine can’t have been easy tasks
and completed them without me even knowing she was doing the steering.
She had us turning and docking and pushing away very smoothly. Thanks
Lynn.
My seating partner and I changed sides again, but for some reason,
this time I had trouble comfortably bracing with my left foot. I
don’t know if it’s because I was seated in a different
location in the boat or what. Hmm?
Bringing the Doriana
up on the beach at the end of practice proved more difficult this
time too. The tide had gone out and some rocks added some challenges.
Note to self, when moving the boat up the beach, watch everyone
else and do not try to move 850 some odd pounds by oneself. Sunday
would definitely be a bad back day. It seems it’s not only
in paddling that I need to get my timing in synch with everyone
else. :-(

#8:
Wednesday April 9, 2008
Another beautiful night
to be out paddling! The water was clear and the surface like glass.
Barney the harbour seal made his first appearance of the year and
appeared curious but didn’t approach the boat. Smart seal,
we would have had him towing us especially after the 250 m. sprints.
This was our first time at setting a distance to “race”
and it was quite exhilarating. We must be improving because it’s
the first time out that Deb hasn’t mentioned how well we do
when we go backwards. It’s hard to believe that in only two
weeks we’ll compete in our first regatta, “The Dash
for Charity,” in Deep Cove.
When I think of the intensity with which we paddle (even though
in short bursts) juxtaposed with the calm, peaceful and amazingly
beautiful environment where we are paddling, I can’t help
but be struck by the two very different but complementary energies
of which we are a part. It is truly awesome!
And then of course, there
is the humour. We learned about “granny pants” and who
wears them and which team apparently doesn’t wear underwear.
We were also talking about the grips on our paddles and how one
of our crew needed something bigger to fill her hand because it
(her hand) would slide up and down on the shaft. I think you had
to be there.

#9:
Saturday April 12, 2008
Paddling in shirt sleeves, it was a great day. I sat at the back
of the boat and what a difference in paddling. The water goes by
so much faster, consequently the stroke I think is shorter, necessitating
a much quicker return. We should all still be in synch but it certainly
feels different and faster.
Completing a variety of
drills again we worked our way further out of our little section
where we have previously paddled. Deb assured us we weren’t
leaving the country but just heading in the general direction of
Deep Cove. Once out, we met our sisters, the North Shore Dragon
Busters also practicing and drew alongside to chat. They were enjoying
the day as much as we were. Many of the women know each other and
the feeling of camaraderie and positive regard with which each seem
to view the other was so inspiring.
A new drill today was to
practice ‘starts.’ I had no idea there was this different
component to paddling, the purpose of which is to get the boat up
on plane and thus off to a powerful start. The sense of power as
the boat moved through the water was amazing, as was the exhaustion
after. Orrie suggested using a growl when into the intensity of
the stroke to ensure we keep breathing and although she didn’t
say this I think it would be motivating as well. It reminded me
of the final stages of birthing my kids, when you bear down, push
and usually had some kind of guttural sound to make. The effort
is huge and the result - wonderful.
With Orrie and Dorothy behind me and Bunny in front, birthing this
new skill will hopefully be as successful.
Amelia Earhart said,
“Adventure is worthwhile in itself.” Today I tried steering.
With steersperson Carol’s assistance, we both managed to stay
aboard. Standing, trying to remember which way to push or pull and
at the same time keeping my balance when in the wake of other boats
was quite interesting (a nice word for really #%* scary). I was
completely intimidated by the responsibility the steersperson has
for the safety of the crew. I am so impressed that Lynne, another
novice, is learning this skill and making it seem so effortless.
Carol mentioned that when she started, she had no instruction and
just had to figure it out. Clearly Amelia, Carol and Lynne have
a lot in common.
#10:
Wednesday, April 16th
In spite of looking like
it might be a chilly night to paddle, we were working so hard that
I got quite warm. Once again the water was calm. We continued to
work on hinging and keeping our bottom arm straight. Brenda brought
the dreaded torture tubes - pieces of PVC to put over our arms in
an effort to help us keep our elbows straight. It certainly accomplishes
that, I’m just not sure if I’m exiting my paddle correctly.
Diane and I have both decided
that we need hip replacements if we are to paddle on the side of
the boat where we demonstrate our best form. For some reason, although
our upper body performs better, our lower body is not happy. Laura
(a former rehab nurse) informed us however that it is not our hips
that are the problem. It is a ligament in our butt. Who knew that
sitting could be such a pain in the ass.
I love practicing the starts!
It is so intense and for me, requires a real inward focus as well
as maintaining an awareness of the rest of the crew. As mentioned
last time, it is really digging deep that produces the power to
get us up and forward. It is very cool to do something that requires
such physical strength after everything our bodies have been through.
As always, we had wonderful
food and other liquid nourishment awaiting us after our session.
We’re looking forward to paddling Sunday instead of Saturday
and meeting with Kamini, our guest coach.

#11:
Sunday, April 20th
Sunday was sunny, cold and windy. It had snowed the previous night,
(who worries about global warming when you have snow in the middle
of April!!!) and the boat had a lot of water in it. That should
have been an indication of what was to come.
The waves were rolling
into the beach at quite a pace and it was a real challenge to get
the Doriana into the water. Our guest coach hadn’t arrived
and we were already tiring from trying to hold the Doriana steady
(well one of us was anyway.) Dorothy was knocked into the water
but in her good hearted manner noted that this is after all a water
sport. Lynne had had to jump into the water to get the boat back
to shore and must have been freezing, but you’d never have
known from her attitude and laughter. It made the water that filled
my boots a small inconvenience.
Just after we had
got the boat out of the water and decided we wouldn’t continue
with the practice, Kamini arrived. She had other ideas and because
we knew we would benefit from what she had to offer and because
we are also probably slightly crazy, went along with her. Once she
had us out from the shore, she moved up and down the boat watching
us paddle. She made some seat changes but the most significant change
was in how we stroke. We now use our hips and sit bones as pivot
points. Our bottom arm is still straight on the hit but not so much
on the exit. We will, she warned, probably end up with blisters
on our butts for which she said the best treatment is to sun wearing
a thong or... I was reminded of the movie Calendar Girls, where
a group of middle aged women pose for tasteful but nude photos of
themselves to raise money for cancer research. I wonder if our bare
butts could raise some funds? Cheeky thought!!
We also practiced
our starts and with the changes Kamini suggested, we really experienced
much better timing, power and speed. So much more speed that we
were able to practice two more starts than what she first suggested
and still get Patricia back to shore in a timely manner. As exhausting
as that effort was; it was also an exciting accomplishment. There
was much more chatter as we brought the Doriana back up to the clubhouse
than there had been on the way down. I wonder if we were all more
worried about going out than we cared to admit. But in the end it
was so worthwhile.
We had our first official
pub night and it was quite lovely to relax and rehash the afternoon’s
adventure. I think we would have been just as happy to not have
sat around quite so long but the food was slow in arriving. This
is a dangerous thing when you have tired hungry women. Not because
we were unreasonable, but more than one us noticed that a couple
of beers or in my case, wine could have sent us off to the Land
of Nod. I was so glad I wasn’t driving. Today, Monday, I am
not sore but I certainly am tired (and happy). I’d say Paddles
Up but don’t think I can lift my arm.
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