Sunday, July 27, 2008

Gold medal mummies

Today I did my first race since I had Eve. It was in a double scull, racing over 2000m, and in stinking hot sun. I had been having a complete panic all week about it because I have not done anything resembling the type of effort required for a rowing race for well over a year and wasn't sure whether I would humiliate myself or even survive the course.

So, it was with some pride that myself and my doubles partner for the day, J, won rather convincingly. It was as we picked up our medals that we realised not only were we a fair few years older than our opposition, but also both had children.

When I got home Eve spent ages looking at the shiny gold medal, rolling it over in her hands and, almost unheard of, didn't try to shove it straight in her mouth. The Boy thinks this is a good sign for her (i.e. his) hopes for the 2024 Olympics.

1 comment:

Grande Poobah said...

good for you honey - bet you absolutely trounced them... isn't there something in the literature about pregnancy being good for athletes - raised levels of haemoglobin or something (er.... dubious science reference, could be utter crap)

clearly not too soon to get young E on some junior training camp though...