DSR erg night in Copenhagen
On my first day in Copenhagen, I thought I would head over to the Danske Studenters Roklub for some time on the erg and some light weight lifting. When I got into the erg room with 38 ergs lining the facing mirrored walls, 
people were standing around, waiting to get on the ergs. It seemed like a turnover, with one “class” ending and another about to start.
Little did I know what awaited me. The coach told me to take a seat in the right side row if I didn’t want to row at full speed for 30 minutes. Okay, no problem. I like to plod along. After 2 minutes on the erg, I looked in the mirror and suddenly the entire opposite-facing erg row behind me was rowing in one huge wave, back and forth. Suddenly I was being told to pick it up… Yikes! We did 10 on at full power, then 20 off, then after five minutes, I was told to reset the erg for 30 minutes and try to keep up. The national team rower next to me looked pretty fit but I thought I was keeping up, matching his pace stroke for stroke until I glanced at his split, 1:53 and mine was steady at 2:01.
Turns out this was the long distance rowing group who compete in 6 weekend events in the season, rowing 25km every other weekend. They row in the ocean and in larger canals in the Danish inrigger 2+ boats and three of them switch seats every 6 minutes, steer -> port -> starboard -> steer. Winners accumulate 10 points for each event and then get a final 20 points if they win the last race. The race takes about 2 hours. Talk about a sore butt!
If you haven’t seen Danish rowing clubs, you’re in for a surprise. They are like US country clubs with huge bathrooms outfitted with bay and after bay of wooden lockers and benches, and of course, a buffet dinner was served upstairs for the club members after their workout. (A dance class was underway in the main ballroom).
On my return bike ride to Chez Russell, the empty streets of Copenhagen were kind of freaky for a Los Angeles native at 8 o’clock at night. I counted maybe three car sitings on the road during my entire 15 minute bike ride. LA at 4:30 am doesn’t even come close to that kind of street desertion. Great location for a spy movie or a sci-fi zombie movie … I go back tomorrow night for 90 minutes of ‘fun with Rune.’ Now where did I put my flexeril and naproxen?
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