This will need some calibration, but it’s a starting point.
Roz rowed say 3000 miles in 103 days. She rowed at an average speed, where 4,828,032 meters divided by 8,899,200 seconds, gives 0.54 m/s. Next, a micronized length of her row is thus 4.82 meters.
Degree in physics not necessary, only that you apes just pay attention in your classes so that you can row what you need to row. Improve the accuracy of that standard as necessary, but the MicroRoz is now 4.82 increment meters at an average speed of 0.54 meters per second.
So lessee, taken down to the practice and training of a student of rowing, if you are training for the 1,000 meter, for instance, then you would divide 1,000 by 4.82, you should get 207 and some change. Tell them to keep the change. So now multiply 207 times 4.82, and you get 997.74. That’s the distance you give your pace boat driver, or program into the ergometer. Now, you need to tell your pace boat driver how fast to go, tell your driver to do what they need to do keep it at 1.94 kilometers per hour. For you erg rowers, you aren’t from wealthy families like the in-water rowers, so you’ll need to actually crack a textbook open. You are rowing a distance of 997.74 and you need to set your erg computer to X number of seconds so that the paceboat has an average velocity of 0.54 meters per second. Bust out your pencils and Tupac it. Figure it out, if it’s easy for you, help someone for whom it’s hard. Type that number into the pace boat’s time.
And then you row.
If you obliterate the pace boat, then start to nudge your MicroRez down, take off a second or two from the pace boat’s total time and row again. Don’t take off too much too fast. If the pace boat is faster than you, then you need to train more to reach your Minimum Integral MicroRoz. And remember, you probably have something resembling nice, flat water. Roz had to pull that average speed in really rough conditions, that speed averaged about 1 mile per hour, which is about the speed you walk when you’re ambling through a store looking for stuff to buy. But on the open ocean, the rower has to fight a lot of conditions that the flatwater competitive rower and erg rower can mostly ignore. Roz’s boat had to be built for survivability, something which that rowing shell that your grandfather donated to the program, has not. Your grandpa bought the program a good boat, And it will help you beat some people whom your grandpa hates, because they screwed me in a land deal once. But this sport is opening, it’s changing. The erg, and the U-250 and the Folding Rower have brought people into this sport who have a drive with which you may not have been born. If you want to row as fast as your old grandpa Rick, then you will need to get into Optimists International, and get them to restart their old Opti sailing program, but this time for rowing.
At some point, I will calculate my world-record Unsanctioned-250 run of 45.0 seconds, and I will show all of you how my row stands in MicroRoz.
Again, if you obliterated the pace boat, don’t whack too huge of a chunk off your time at once. Progress in rowing needs to tend forward, and when you pick a too-optimistic time as a young-person, you lose a lot of the fun and beauty of the sport. This is not about becoming a Grand National champion like Grandpa Rick, this is about becoming a better rower and a better person. If you ever feel that rowing isn’t fun, you get into that boat and you row the most beautiful run you’ve ever had. Every stroke a masterpiece. If you can row a beautiful run, that’s more beautiful than fast run. But don’t you ever pull that shit in a race. Your opponent is on that pain sled because he or she thinks that you might be a better racer. If you find yourself loosing, you push hard to the flags, you may not feel that you’re worthy of the Pain Sled, but your opponent is worthy of your best possible time, and your opponent deserves a level of respect that you might not have for yourself. If you’re sure there is no way you can catch up in that race, you give your opponent every bit of effort you can drive. And that, you apes, is called “Sportmanship” you shit-birds.