Shut Up and Scull the Bathtub

Rowers adore challenges. They drive their legs and walk through them, leaving self-doubt, laziness, and weakness scrambling in their wake, while racing for the finish line. Self-proclaimed masochists, rowers live to push themselves through barriers, through pain, misery, and challenges, and to push themselves past what they previously believed they believed they could do. Rowers want more. They want to get better.
They want to be the fastest.

This is a blog about our daily workouts, rants, wishes, goals, and pretty pictures of the sport we love. Mostly singles.
Two female rowers.
Names: Anju and Lauren. Soph and Junior, respectively.
Pacific Rowing Club, Bay Area reppin'
Rowing since September 2010

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Memorial for runner Meg Menzies, who was tragically killed on January 13, 2014 by a drunk driver while on her morning run. 

(Photo taken by Loren Rosado and posted on

I’m going to repost what she wrote about this photo on facebook too because it was really lovely. 

I got up at sunrise today to take pictures of Meg’s memorial. I didn’t know Meg. I’m not sure why her story has affected me so deeply…maybe because I’m also a mom of young children, maybe because I’m also a runner. But I’ve been unable to get her story…her family…her babies…out of my mind. 

So, I stood there this morning, with a lump in my throat, snapping pictures of one of the most powerful images I’ve ever photographed. As I did, a man stopped his car and got out and stood with me. He asked me if I knew her. I said no. We stood in silence together. After a minute, I asked him if he knew her…..he said, “Yes. She was my wife.” 

I’m not sure what I said to him after that, I stood there crying, fumbling over my words, unable to find the right things to say. He was very kind. He told me what he was doing that morning and that he just stopped to thank me. 

On the way home, I thought about all the things I’d wished I’d said to him. I wish I could have impressed upon him how utterly sorry I am for his loss, how I feel physically ill when I think about those children having to grow up without their mom, how angry I am about the unfairness of it all. I wish I could have spoken encouraging or uplifting words to him. But I didn’t. Maybe I didn’t need to. 

Maybe all I really needed to say was thank you, Mr. Menzies. Thank you for stopping to speak to me. Thank you for letting all of us in. Thank you for sharing your wife with us, her life and her legacy. Meg has touched so many, inspired so many, and reminded every one of us of the preciousness of life. One of the things you said this morning was that you wish she was here to see all of this. When I look at this photograph, I get the feeling that, in a way, she was
- Loren Rosado

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If you are putting in countless meters, trying to perfect your stroke and unleash boat speed - there are few places better than St. Charles, IL.


If you are putting in countless meters, trying to perfect your stroke and unleash boat speed - there are few places better than St. Charles, IL.

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If you’re in bow 7

If you’re stroke seat:

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What a conveniently placed coffin…

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Want to hear a joke? Knock knock. Who’s there? Second place. Second place who? Exactly.

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it’s kyra’s (aspiring-yogi) birthday!!! go wish her a happy birthday and follow her if you haven’t already. she’s amazing