My brother inherited our parents’ house after they passed away, and he has been steadily excavating through the piles of stuff they stored in the basement. He recently came across a “treasure trove” of my stuff, packed what would fit in a box, and sent it to me. Although he called it “a big box of your crap,” I think a better word might be “a big box of blog fodder.” I thought it would be fun to write a series of posts about these “treasures” from the past. Previous posts featured my homemade Rolodex, my high school wallet, my personal flair and my patch collection. This time, you’re going to see tangible proof of my canoeing career!
When I was in high school, I was on a canoe team. (How dorky is that???) We trained for several months for a big canoe regatta in New York. It was no joke—we did a 6-mile relay race, with three sets of two paddlers doing 2 miles each. This was no leisurely canoeing. This was flat-out, paddle as fast as you can on your knees for two miles. It was really hard. But I’m pleased to report that my team placed in the top 3—and I have the medal to prove it!
I never really canoed again after this event, except for an ill-advised trip from Canada to the U.S. and a brief dalliance with insanity when a friend and I competed in a “triathlon” that involved running, canoeing and biking and almost resulted in my untimely death.
Next time we’ll conclude this series with a look at a mere fraction of my fabled unicorn collection.