Month: September 2013

Gate-gate – or weirdness on the Wye

We had all our excuses lined up. We’d never been out together as a crew. We were in an unfamiliar boat. We were rowing up a category (novices in an IM3 race). Our opponents were younger than us. Two of us had coughs and colds. I was still achey from a heavy bootcamp session… Except…

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Aching muscles – it’s no laughing matter

It was quite funny at first. A few hours after bootcamp this week, the effects of what seemed like a million squats started to make themselves felt. I hobbled. I wobbled. I struggled to go up the stairs. Or down them. Sitting down involved dropping from a great height and hoping I didn’t bounce back…

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Let’s hear it for the stroke

Stroking a boat has never, it’s fair to say, been my calling. As both a bowsider and Very Small Person, my natural home has always been in the bow seat, and jolly nice it is there, too. Too far away for the cox to see what’s going on, invisible to the other members of the…

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