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How to cox a head race

It was bound to happen at some point. A dangerous combination of short stature, small frame and an unfeasibly loud voice could mean only one thing. At some point I was inevitably going to end up coxing a race. However much I might protest – and protest I did – coxing was always going to […]

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Is rowing just for posh people?

I was interviewed by a journalist this morning who wanted to know if rowing was a posh sport. I’ve blogged about this briefly before, but it’s worth saying again, as it’s something I feel quite strongly about.

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How healthy are your habits?

When I tell people I’m a rower, the second thing they say is invariably, “Wow, you must be super-fit.” (The first thing is, “Really? You don’t look like a rower,” but that’s another story.) So when Simply Health laid down a challenge to bloggers to write about their top three healthy habits (as part of […]

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It had been a long time in coming. 35 long, hard, disappointing races, to be precise. But when the Monmouth boat crossed the line in the final of the WD4+ at Ross Regatta yesterday all the blood, sweat and tears finally melted away. There it was. We had won. Actually won. Nobody stepped forward to […]

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If you enjoyed yesterday’s Rowing Mother Stereotype, thought you might enjoy another. Willing to bet you’ll spot her this weekend. This is the first year that Lisa’s had to go up to Nat Schools on her own. For some reason Tony didn’t seem that keen to come. Frankly she’s finding the whole thing much better […]

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Since it’s National Schools Regatta this weekend, I thought I’d have a rummage around in the archive and dig out a guest post I wrote for another site a few years ago. It’s a bit unkind – all good stereotypes are – but I bet you won’t have to go too far this weekend to […]

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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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It looked like the scene of a bloodless massacre. Eight bodies lying in the rowing club gym  – some motionless and slumped over, others sprawled on the floor. But look! On closer inspection, it appeared that some were gasping for breath, and the occasional whimper could be heard. Perhaps there were some survivors after all. […]

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It’s the time of year that makes it all worthwhile. All those cold outings with frozen fingers and icy blades. The endless ergs. The floods and clean-ups and more floods and more clean-ups. The biting wind. The dark mornings. The thought that there are so many warmer things you could be doing. And then suddenly […]

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The rollercoaster that is rowing

Ah, what a difference a day makes. On Saturday I was the world’s worst rower. Really, I was. We had an outing where every stroke was an effort, my technique was all over the place and the balance was dreadful. I seriously wondered if I should just give up rowing altogether. The only thing that […]

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