Knit | Row

Knitting and Crochet Blog Week Banner Pink

Day Four: 31st March. Where are they now?

Whatever happened to your __________?

Write about the fate of a past knitting project. Whether it be something that you crocheted or knitted for yourself or to give to another person. An item that lives with you or something which you sent off to charity.

I know this topic is from a few days back, but I’m a little bit behind. Nevertheless, I’m going to post about it anyway. At first I couldn’t really think of any projects that I’d have made a big impact, or held a really special place in my heart, mostly because all of the projects that I really love I haven’t finished yet or had that much time away from them to come back and talk about them already. However, digging a little deeper one project does come to mind. My Pogies. I wrote about them a while back in the fall and haven’t really seen much of them since, but they had quite the journey. Worthy enough to bring attention to them now.

For those of you who aren’t up on rowing lingo (as I assume most of you probably aren’t) Pogies are a special mitt that goes around the outside of the oar handle, allowing the rower to keep their bare hands on the oar while protecting them from the bitter morning cold.

Luckily this fall was relatively mild and I didn’t feel the need to cover up my hands until well into the season. Had it been any colder my idea to knit these pogies would have been altogether too late.

Outside Hand

These little guys went to Welland for the Ontario University Athletics Championship. They weren’t done of course. I’m sure I was the only rower there knitting between races. I managed to finish them up before November, which was a good thing because that last week on the water was COLD. So cold that the hull of our boat and our oars were coated with ICE when we got off the water. It was chilly; And rowing isn’t really a sport conducive to bundling up. The clothing of choice is spandex, and lots of it in this case!

To top it all off these knitted wonders made the trip out to Victoria for the Canadian University Championships as well. Luckily it was much warmer out there, so I didn’t really use them that much. But I was happy to have them there just in case!

As I was rooting through luggage bags today (for something entirely unrelated) I came across my Purple Pogies. They brought back some great memories of the season, and a hint of sadness about their fate. It’s unlikely I’ll be rowing again anytime soon, and hopefully not in the chilly season either, which means these mitts just might have passed their prime. But who knows, that’s what I thought last time I stopped rowing.

Although this post has had relatively little to do with knitting, it’s been nice to look back at some good memories. All thanks to some knitting.

Advertisements

Canadian University Rowing Championships

It has been a crazy week. Our team flew out to Victoria BC on Thursday to compete in the Canadian University Rowing Championships (CURC). It was my first time to the West coast and it was wonderful, albeit rather drizzley. On saturday we raced the time trials, competing for a spot in the A finals. We did ! We came second out of 13 boats, advancing us to the A finals on Sunday. Unfortunately we didn’t have the race of our lives and the other crews really stepped up their game and we came sixth. It was still the adventure of a lifetime though. The University of Toronto women’s team came 7th overall, which is pretty impressive considering we only sent 8 women, beating other teams who sent their full team.

Now I’m swamped with school and will be playing catch up for the weeks to come.

Pogies!

As the days get shorter, so too is the temperature dropping, making it increasingly chilly in the mornings, especially on the water. The solution, pogies! They’re mitts made especially for rowing; they have holes on one or both sides to slip over the oar. The result, mitts you can wear over your oar, allowing your hands the same amount of control, but with a bit of warmth! I found this pattern from RowNW, which they offer for free here. It’s also available on Ravelry.

First Pogie Ever

So far I’ve only finished the one pogie, but still one nonetheless. One step closer to warm hands in the morning.

Outside Hand

Now I just have to knit faster so I’ll have them both in time for the next chilly morning.

Deflated

It’s been a few days now, so the rage and frustration has subsided, which will hopefully make this a bit more constructive than it might have been otherwise.

My days begin at 4:30. I get up, take a quick glance at the weather (both via the window and online), dress accordingly, grab a very quick bite to eat and then head downstairs to grab my bike. This bike is my baby. It’s pretty close to brand new, but I ride it almost daily, so it’s got at least 500km on it. It’s wonderful. It makes my morning commute enjoyable and quick! I get a bit excited as I get it from my storage locker.

Back to my day. My commute takes me about 25 min (20 on a good day). The first half of my ride is through a valley, lots of hills, no stoplights and chillier temperatures. As I get closer to the city I can feel a change in the temperature. The ride becomes less fluid. There’s lots of stopping, dodging and turning. The other morning I was about halfway through my ride and in the bike lane ahead of me I noticed some serious broken glass (you can see where this is going). Not wanting anything to happen to my baby, I “dodged” it as best I could without cutting across two lanes of traffic. Great. Mission accomplished. Or so I thought. Now I’d never had a flat, but no longer will I worry that I might continue riding unaware of tragedy that has befallen your tire. You know. It just doesn’t feel right; rather squishy. I got this feeling about a min after the glass sighting.

Now for a little bit of context. I bike to get to rowing practice. I need next to nothing at practice . So…in order to save time finding things in the morning, and to keep my travels light, I bring almost nothing. A bag with flip flops, extra sweater and a lock is about all I have. No cash, no wallet, no subway pass. I did however start bringing my phone. Thankfully.

Fast forward to me stranded just under half way to the club, destroyed tire, and no way to get home or to practice in a reasonable time. Thankfully there are lots of others who bike in the mornings as well. Luckily I had brought my phone. Katie came to my rescue with cab fare and we made it to practice, all the while hoping there would be someone on the way home that could give me a lift to the subway.

After practice one of the men was kind enough to give me (and my poor bike) a lift all the way home. Where I limped it all the way to the bike shop. The fine gentlemen in the store wrangled the 1/4″ of green bottle glass out of the tire, replaced the whole back wheel and within 15 min I was back on the road. Good as new.

Moral of the story. I now travel with wallet, phone, subway pass, patch kit and a fully charged phone. Not to mention heightened vigilance on the road.

There's a big chunk of glass in there

 

Brand New Tire, Hole Free

The little things can drive you crazy too!

Some of the little things that I don’t really appreciate:

1. Schedule changes or email notifications past 8:30 pm (I just won’t read them)

2. Broken glass in the bike lane (resulting in a flat and me stranded on the way to the boathouse at 5am)

3. Hair elastics snapping RIGHT before and 2km erg test (hair in the face while working out just doesn’t fly)

4. For that matter, a 2km erg test at the end of an already long day

5. Casting on 227 stitches, knitting the first row and realizing you are in fact short ONE stitch.

And that was just one day! It’s official, tuesday is the new monday, where nothing seems to go smoothly.  The day just didn’t end soon enough.

HOTT Birthday Surprise

Yesterday I turned a quarter century and I couldn’t have thought of a better way to spend the day. It was my first race of the season for University of Toronto Rowing. We raced at the Head of the Trent regatta in Peterborough, ON http://www.headofthetrent.ca/index.html . It’s a 5 km head race (as opposed to a standard 2km sprint), down the beautiful Otonabee river ending at the heart of the University of Trent campus.

It’s been a few years since I raced that race, and since it’s fairly lengthy I was a little nervous about how we’d do. I was racing the Heavyweight Women’s Coxed Four and this was our first time rowing together…ever. I’m happy to say that we finished the race and were not last. That’s about the extent of the positive things I can say. It was rough, rushed and painful, but you’ve got to start somewhere. The four was supposed to be my only race of the day, but immediately following our race our coach informed us that we needed another body to race the Women’s Double. Now the double is a two person boat and instead of sweeping (one oar), the rowers are sculling, two oars. This is not my forte, but I really enjoy doing it, so we hopped in and paddle off down to the start of the course. The race was shortened, so only about 3km but strangely didn’t feel that bad. Don’t get me wrong, our performance was not stellar, but for not having sculled for a long, long time I think we did alright. It definitely felt better to me than the first race.

Aside from the racing the day continued to be a fun filled one. I saw many old friends that I haven’t seen in a long time and it was great to catch up. Also, my parents, who live about 40 min away from the race course came down to show some support and wish me a happy birthday. They also bought a wonderful picnic, complete with pumpkin pie (as no birthday is right without one!). Before the races we enjoyed a lunch of tuna sandwiches, tea and pie. I also got some wonderful gifts.

After the regatta we had a longish drive back to Toronto where I was met with the most wonderful birthday surprise.

My boyfriend, who lives two hours away and couldn’t make it out to the regatta because of work had snuck away and was sneakily waiting for me when I got home. Flowers and everything! It was really the perfect ending to a pretty amazing and productive 25th birthday.

25 Roses for 25 Years

Beautiful Birthday Flowers

It’s a great feeling to have such wonderful people surrounding you in life that support you and will go that extra mile to be there, both when it really matters and when it’s simply nice to see familiar faces. Thanks.

The (Almost) Perfect Sunday

Early Morning Practice

It’s nice to wake up and have the feeling that today will be a productive day. Thanks to rowing I’m more likely to have more of those days since I’m forced to get up at, lets just say, an early hour. Thankfully today was sunday, which meant a bit of a sleep in before practice which started at 7. Now to get there I have about a half hour bike ride to make sure I’m fully awake before I get out on the water.

So I’m up, got in a decent workout and now I’ve come home to a pot full of simmering chili and the rest of the day to do as I please. No laundry, no cleaning. I made sure to accomplish these wonderful tasks yesterday. All that’s on the horizon is a hot shower and then nothing but knitting for a while. No need to worry about dinner either. The only thing that could make this day better would be a visit from the wonderful man in my life. But since he’s a full two hours away, it’s going to have to be an almost, perfect sunday.