Getting to Know: Malcolm Doldron, Assistant Coach for Women’s Rowing
In the latest in our Getting to Know series of interviews with Columbia staff members, Bwog newcomer Sylvie Krekow caught up with Malcolm Doldron, Assistant Coach for the women’s rowing team. Know someone you’d like us to interview? Send your suggestions to tips@bwog.com.
When did you first start coaching at Columbia?
I started in August 2007. I had just finished my second year as the intern varsity assistant coach at Princeton. We had a couple of awesome years, but I decided I wanted to go to a place like Columbia where they maybe hadn’t done a lot yet and try to see what I could do to help.
Why do you coach women instead of men?
[Laughs] I used to coach men. I was on a men’s team in college, obviously. I think initially [I coached women] because that’s what was needed. My first real competitive coaching job was at Thompson Boat Center in Washington, D.C, and at the time it was just a hotbed for women’s rowing. And then through that experience, I found that it was just easy to work with women. They’re a little more attentive. I also really like the aspect of having an NCAA championship – it adds a sense of closure to a season, because there’s a definitive national champion and there’s recognition.
Speaking of aspects of your job that you like, what’s your favorite part about being the assistant Columbia Women’s Rowing coach?
Honestly, I think it’s working with the athletes. I really enjoy spending time with the team, helping them meet the goals of the program and whatever individual goals they set. They’re all very hardworking, competitive, thoughtful people – it’s funny how much we see that competitive side, but on the flip side they’re also people. Getting to know them on a personal level can be really enlightening.
What’s the hardest part of your job?
Hmm… I think it’s that it’s a constant thing; it’s a 24-hour job. I work on the weekends, I work late at night, and there’s not really any time off. Which isn’t a bad thing, it’s just not a traditional work schedule, for better or for worse. There’s nothing I hate about my job though, I love it.
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5 October 2010 @ 2:29 PM · 12 comments


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