Friday, May 09, 2008

I may have spoke to soon maybe

or, How the Bitch Got Her Mojo Back


See, with no prospect of racing on the horizon, the training of rowing is just fucking miserable. It has few redeeming qualities.

But when there's a goal, well, that's a different story, see?

So I've hooked up with this chick from Another Cunting Rowing Club (ACRC). We've been training in the double scull.

Our first outing showed some promise. Then she got ill and I got busy and we didn't do much for a while.

Our second outing was brilliant fun, this past weekend. Pirate came down to the boathouse and went for a jog. We got in the double and did some race starts. The resident waterfowl were out with their small fuzzy offsprings, and they saw that it was good.

Monday morning, same story. Although 2 training days in a row left my back a bit stiff, we got on just fine. We're starting to think there might be some real potential here. So we're racing at the ACRC regatta on 17 May. We're entered in both Senior3 and Senior1. This race will be the litmus test; if we do well, it's full speed ahead to Women's Henley!!!

And then came Wednesday.

I can't steer for beans, let's make that abundantly clear right now. So what did I do? I crashed. Into the men's double. While we were both doing full-pressure pieces. Result: 2 bent riggers and an oar to my lower back like getting bludgeoned with a baseball bat. Ow.

Again I say unto thee: ow.*

But the weather was glorious and sunny and sultry and hot and steamy, and the fuzzness of the duckylings was exceptionally fuzzable, as were the swanlings, with the grey fluffness and the tiny peepness, and the leafness of the trees was bright and green and the sun glinted on the still Avon waters. The pieces were strong and swift and I could hear the bubbles gurgling under the bow as we sliced through the river: the boat was singing to us! Sing, boat, sing!

Yeah. I'm back.


*Great excuse to go to Argos and buy a giant heated, vibrating back massager. Tonight I will try sittin on it for variety. I expect it to be excellent.

9 comments:

Timorous Beastie said...

All back massagers should vibrate. Gambatte!

Mr Farty said...

Hurrah that you're rowing again!

Boo for the oar in the back!

Miss Melville said...

Excellent, my dear! I'm glad you're back at it. :)

ZB said...

Idiot. You don't give rowing up. It gives you up.

ziggi said...

I like the sound of the massager!

Chaucer's Bitch said...

TB: i suppose "vibrating massager" is a bit redundant, no?

Mr. F: indeed! and yes!

Herman's Bitch: you're not the only one. Pirate said to me last night "It makes me so happy to see you so excited about rowing again." Awww...

ZB: yeah, Rowing wishes it could quite me.

Ziggi: the sound is, indeed, nice, but the feel is even better. Mmmm.

Frobisher said...

oh!

Michael said...

Vibration=yes
Heat=no

Not that you asked.

CB got her groove back! I'm happy for you, and those outings sound idyllic. I remember getting up at the asscrack of dawn to drive down to the murky Ohio River and wade into its impossible coldness, and STILL it was good. Good enough that I get a frisson of happy recalling it after all these years.

Geosomin said...

Sounds like you are really enjoying things.
That's fantastic :)