When I was a youngster the idea of ever being as elderly as, say, 35 or 40 seemed appalling and inconceivable; anyone over the age of 21 was positively antique. But that was before I was introduced to the world of masters rowing, where with the passing of years comes not wisdom but useful handicaps, […]
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One of the great and unexpected joys of rowing is the fact that at 40-*cough*-something I am considered a bit of a spring chicken. In a largely veteran squad, the prize hens (if you’ll let me stretch the metaphor just a little further) are those who can push the crew’s age average up into the […]
Posted in Uncategorized on May 21st, 2012
After my last post about regatta nerves, some of you may have been waiting for the usual, tear-stained, brave post about yet another race lost. And it could so easily have been thus, were it not for the frankly splendid practice of the British Masters Rowing Championships of offering a silver medal to the runners-up […]
It all started, as these things do, with some idle Twitter chat with Matthew Pinsent about masters rowing categories. “Went rowing with duffers this morning”, announced Pinsent. “Define duffers,” demanded Girl on the River (extra coxing duties this week having brought out my bossy side). “Ah”, said the Great Man. “C is seasoned, D duffer, […]