Seminal moment in my return-to-fitness-post-baby effort occurred yesterday, I did a race.
Well, sort of.
It was a time trial lasting about 50 minutes, in my least favourite class of boat (ocean going double scull - like rowing a tank through treacle), with the husband of a very good friend who was too injured to do the race in his outrigger canoe. Sadly the conditions and a couple of physical issues (like me having had a baby less than 4 months ago) were against us and we didn't perform to our full potential. In fact, I was a bit stroppy about the whole thing because given a bit more training and fitness I think we could win rather than coming half way down the pack.
But, it was my first race, and I was properly tired last night, and I have blisters on my hands today to prove it.
Now for some proper rowing...
How did that happen?
4 years ago
4 comments:
aha!
now all the facebook updates make sense...
I take it this is the time trial from Middle Island??
Given the shape I'm in, I'm suddenly glad I'm still in UK this weekend :-)
It was indeed and the very stoic Mr LottieP dragged me around Round Island while I had a bit of a strop. I can't see him, or anyone, wanting to race with me in that boat again. In fact I am unsure whether he will ever talk to me again, I was dreadfully rude - I am a bit too competitive for my own good!
When all is said and done - you were a bit faster than I was. And unlike me you didn't end up upside down, in the water, and/or on the rocks. ;-)
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