Sunday, August 24, 2008

Out with a fizzle

Today was my last regatta. I am officially retired from rowing. If I find myself in a position (read: location) to take it up again, i probably will, but for the time being that's it.

And i got spanked. NOT how I wanted it to end.

The race in the quad was OK. It was a decent row, but we lost by 1/2 a length. They got up on us in the first 200, and there just wasn't room to come back. But we rowed pretty well, they were just better. It happens.

The double, on the other hand, was entirely my fault. I was just shit. There's no other way to put it. I was rowing as though we were fighting horrendous conditions like gale force crosswinds and whitecaps on the water, except we weren't. There was a steady tail wind and a few ripples on the canal, but I was tense and smacking the water (my blade work was shocking), and by the time I got myself together and began rowing properly it was too late. They had 3 lenghts on us by 200m, and the whole race was only 600m.

So there it was.

At least it was fast. The day, that is. I arrived, rigged the boats, launched the quad, paddled up, lost, got out, racked the quad, launched the double, paddled up, lost, got out, de-rigged, and left. All within the space of a couple hours. Today had all the joy and efficiency of a well-ordered execution.



And now I'm done.

8 comments:

オウム said...

I seriously think you should remove the failure tag from this post. It's really nothing of the sort.

Chaucer's Bitch said...

You're sweet, Mr. Quizzler (yes, I know who you are), but the fact is I lost 2 races. That's a pretty straightforward failure. (I'm sure there's a Demotivational poster along that line...)

It occurred to me, though, as I re-read this, that I might have given the impression that I'm giving up rowing because of today's failure. That's not the case. It's a simple matter of there not being any decent competitive rowing in Plymouth.

So I'll focus on my cycling for the next couple of years until Pirate is transfered, and maybe pick up something new, like karate or something. I like beating things up. It's fun.

Valerie said...

Drat, it's always a bummer to stop on a low note. Hopefully you view your rowing 'career' as a whole thus far with the respect and pride it deserves. (I've been reading your blog for a while!)

Focusing on cycling sounds like a good next step, anyway. Whatever you do, I know you will do something active and outdoorsy :-)

Timorous Beastie said...

I say good on you for trying your best and bowing out with grace.

オウム said...

Ah what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. Although it does suck that this happens to coincide with your last chance to row before you move down south, because I know you would have the inner strength to fight through this minor knock back and get on top of it again.

Still Plymouth will provide many new opportunities (I used to love cycling to the beach or up onto the moor when I was there).

Oh yeah and I need to return your book; it was excellent.

ZB said...

They got up on us in the first 200, and there just wasn't room to come back...

Bad luck. Anything below a K is always won off the start.

Geosomin said...

I'm sorry the last raze was a dud.
I hope you can find joy in the cycling and other things. Learning how to things up *has* to count for something...

Geosomin said...

raze=race.
And I missed the whole word beat, as in beat things up.
*sigh*
Sorry. Lots on my mind.