Judy is spending
the winter making mathematical models of what happens when salty inland
seawater mixes with water in the sea currents. Eventually, it could help in
navigation. In 1977 she was accepted at Dartmouth Medical School, but she
decided not to go. "That summer I made the nationals, and I was still
racing in the fall when school started," she says. "I told them to
forget it. What I'd wanted to do was study sports medicine, to work with
healthy people, with food, muscles, athletes. I realized that if I went to med
school I'd be working with sick people in hospitals for 10 years. And I was not
going to give up rowing, dammit!
"I like this
project," she says of her thesis, "because it's so creative." She
sits, wearing an old, green plaid shirt that would be a find in a Vermont
thrift shop, in the living room of the little red carriage house she rents with
a friend. It looks out onto the river. "I mean, I could come up with
something really bizarre." She makes a sweeping motion in the air with her
hands and falls back laughing. The next second she is examining a new crop of
blood blisters under my calluses," she says, amused. "You know, I'm
proud of them. I like to lean back and look at one and remember, 'Hmm, that was
a good row.'
"Carlie and I
do a lot of square dancing, and a little while ago I suddenly wondered what
those guys must think when they grab our hands. But then I realized that they
were mostly loggers and they wouldn't even feel them, anyway."
continue waitressing at Peter Christian's pub and living in a small house she
shares with two friends. She's thinking of applying to graduate schools to
"I know I
ought to get away and go off on my own," she says, straddling her bicycle
while munching on a carrot, "but I'd really love to go to grad school here.
Part of the feeling is that Judy's here and I like training with her. To be
honest, I love doing things where it's just the two of us."
Chances are that
it will be just the two of them in the U.S. women's doubles boat in the 1984