I fear I have become boring.
Apart from Groover who is not backward in coming forward with jokes about how long it’s taken me to bring up the ‘R’ word, most people humour me and to them especially I apologise.
It’s just that… I think I might be in love… with rowing.
That’s a bit sad no?
Well of course it’s not just rowing.
I love being part of a sporting club, wearing the ugly uniform, hanging out with people who don’t think I’m weird for getting up at 5am in the middle of winter to get wet on the river.
I love the kit… the cute light for the bow, the special waterproof socks (hopefully to arrive any day now), the thermals, the custom made zootie I wear at training, the polo fleece headband, the videos on good technique…
I like the feeling of getting fit – of not needed to reach for a puffer at the end of a race. Of feeling the oar grip the full length of the stroke (doesn’t happen that often).
I love the coaching tips – really the first time I’ve been coached since I did ballet in my pre-teen days.
Sure. It might wane.
With my record…. will wane.*
The honeymoon will soon be over.
Until then, I apologise.
I will try not to bore you with rowing tales.
And family – thank you for your patience.
In the meantime – funzies with imovie trailers:
And this is one of my races… turn your volume down!