Footloose

A guy called Mark coxed this session and I think George coached.

We had a long email exchange in the afternoon of this day about the fact that we had to rotate the three girls in some of our remaining training sessions, and Liz’s email had been bouncing and so I never heard from her before I left work for the day. Liz agreed to go for a run in this session to let me and Fran have a go. That meant that we were one strokesider short and so I went into 4. That meant that when we were warming up in 4s that I was setting the stroke for the bow 4.  As if that wasn’t enough of a disadvantage, going back to stroke was hard since I had rowed on bowside for the previous 4 or so sessions. So I was desperately trying to train my right hand to feather again AND try and set a regular and follow-able stroke. It was hard and I didn’t feel very comfortable. My left hand snuck in and feathered a few times.  It’s the one aspect of muscle memory I’ve retained consistently, and it’s the one I don’t want!!

We went into rolling sixes down to the reach and then rowed all 8 on the way back. The balance was fairly screwy, but I don’t remember a great deal else because halfway back one of my shoes came away from the footplate so I was effectively rowing with one leg. Not pretty and the rest of the outing was a dead waste for me except for pure survival techniques. The cox was calling for me to fix my catch and I was bellowing back at him that my foot was loose.