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...
The sarcastic cynic. Or something like that
4 weeks ago