Lofgren’s belongings, almost all of them, were stored in her 1998 Toyota Camry. She lived with a host family in Princeton. At most, U.S. Rowing afforded her $1,000 a month, and paid for her health insurance. So she took odd jobs. “What haven’t I done?” she asked. She babysat. She tutored. She worked in a sandwich shop. She worked as a barista. She worked as a sommelier. She was pursuing her dream, as almost every athlete here has. But in a way, one which they did not discuss, she was pursuing her mother’s, too.
“There was a time where she would kind of say, ‘I’m trying to be as good as you were,’ ” Christine Lofgren said. “And I thought, ‘How would you know, exactly, how good I was?’ And there came a point at which we kind of said, ‘You know, you’re way better than we ever were.’ ”