I love rowing.
The getting up isn’t easy.
The cold water that numbs your feet isn’t pleasant.
But the camaraderie, the joy of gliding across a still river, the moment when you are all in sync (and I mean moment) makes up for it all.
It is a true team sport where you absolutely rely on everyone “pulling together”.
And when you get it right it feels fantastic.
I only caught a crab once.
Today I remembered to bring socks and my comfort level skyrocketed.
After the boats were put away (in the more modern shed next door to the one pictured), we went upstairs to the clubrooms for a cuppa and crumpet.
Crumpets! Oh how I love their buttery goodness.
Downstairs where the boats are, the wood is old and soft, the floorboards wide, the walls have names painted in thick white paint – the 1988 team the last thing you see as you exit the shed and there is the faint smell of rotting fish.
Apparently the smell used to be really bad and everyone thought it was the shed until a member, a professor at UWA, crawled underneath and discovered that rats had been storing blowies under the shed.
I can’t imagine how foul that would have been to clean up but he did it, and placed some rat bait and now the smell is bearable.
Last time I got away lightly and despite sitting on a plane for half a day, had no stiffness or soreness.
Today I think might be different.
We really rowed today. All the way to the Narrows and back.
Dolphins were seen, but not by me sitting in the bow trying to keep in time with everyone in front.
When I got out I had wobbly legs – a sure sign of lactic acid build up.
And I have blisters!
Is it acceptable for a rower to wear gloves?