It was a whirlwind of a World Cup weekend that unfortunately saw Mickle and I get knocked out in the semifinals of both our k2 500m and k2 1000m, in the former case by less than half a second. We did not race poorly; in fact we dealt with the weekend's inclement weather very well. We are quite simply not yet fast enough to hang with the top crews. At first we were frustrated, but there's no reason to remain that way. We know we have a lot of work to do, but everyone has to start somewhere. Our somewhere is right here, on the outskirts of the B final. We are going to try to improve on that in Hungary.
Our races aside, it was a pretty crazy weekend full of thunderstorms and fickle weather. On Saturday the wind was a steady 14mph tailwind.
Wind + hundreds of kayaks and canoes + motorboats + cement walls on the sides of the Lake = really dicey conditions.
I had waves hitting me square in the chest; many boats flipped during races. The Hawaiians [and wanna-be Hawaiians] on our team were right at home, surfing giants. When it grew near-impossible for the poor canoeists to line up in the start gates properly/ get to the start line without sinking their boats, they called the races off and moved them to the next day.