Nine of us showed up and we decided that I would ride Liz’s
bike along the towpath on the way down the river and then row the way back up,
swapping with Fran.
As I watched them take off, my overwhelming feeling was
hopelessness. I couldn’t imagine in my wildest dreams how such a crew could
ever hold our heads up at the bumps or avoid getting bumped immediately. They
were looking much better by the time they got down to the reach, and they spun
the boat and I got in, which was interesting off a high grassy bank.
Not much to say about my rowing in this session, because it
literally took the whole way back just for me to feel happy with what I was
doing. I was in bow.
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