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Monthly Archive for August, 2011

Things I learned this weekend

So Ross Regatta has been and gone and my shelf is still empty. It was a bit of a rollercoaster of a weekend; I’m not going to go into the gory details, but if I say it involved my firstborn, a couple of coxing errors, a crash and a disqualification, you’ll understand why I don’t […]

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The biggest loser?

I suppose I’d better get my confession out of the way first. I’m a bad loser. A really bad loser. The kind of upend-the-Monopoly-board kind of person that no one really wants to play with. As it happens, I am also a marvellous winner. When I’m riding high I can be fabulously gracious. I’ll do […]

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It happened when I was having an extended moan about my latest erg score. About two minutes in, my long-suffering husband – clearly keen to talk about something (anything) else – dealt his trump card. “Well”, he said, “You’re looking very good on it.” This should have been a dead cert, guaranteed to stop me […]

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There’s been a fair bit of bow-side / stroke-side banter the last week over on Twitter. Not sure who or what started it (actually I do, but it would be immature to point the finger at anyone. Like @paddlefirm, for instance). Over the last year I’ve become a confirmed bow-sider (starboard, for my American readers), […]

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All-in-one for all

There’s no excuse for it, really. Up and down the country, grown men and women are flaunting themselves in outfits that quite frankly ought to have a warning attached to them. Skintight, unforgiving, impossible to put on and take off without double joints and a lot of undignified wriggling, and most of all thoroughly unflattering, […]

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“You are soooo competitive”, gasped my friend on the next mat, as she watched me furiously attacking another set of press-ups as though my life depended on it (not, incidentally, those half-hearted, knees-down, girlie excuses for press-ups known in boot camp as “wuss-ups”; we’re talking proper, boys’ press-ups here). Now there’s no denying that I […]

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Topping up

Did you pop any pills this morning? I did. Despite an ultra-healthy breakfast of plums fresh from a friend’s tree plus organic porridge and milk, I still felt the need to down all of these: They’re fairly run of the mill – a multi-vit and mineral, fish oils, Co Q-10 and ginseng. But are they […]

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Anyone who knew me in my youth might be a bit surprised to see me now. For most of my twenties and thirties I hugged the sofa like a drowning man clings to a life belt and loudly maintained that exercise was bad for you. Indeed, for someone like me who was recovering from M.E. […]

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Any excuse will do

If this morning’s weather is anything to go by, summer is drawing to a close. For rowers that means only one thing. As regattas give way to heads, we have to face… the Return of the Erg. Of course the rowing machine is not confined to winter training; who can forget the pain of the […]

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I. Am. Not. A. Cox.

“You don’t look much like a rower”, said a friend, helpfully, on learning that my new sport – and burning passion du jour – was rowing. “I thought you were a cox”, said another. It’s true, I confess, that I don’t look like a rower. A measly 5’4″ (on a good day) and a weedy […]

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