Anyone who has followed Girl on the River’s exploits will have noticed something of a theme emerging – namely my consistent failure to win. Countless tearful posts have documented a series of near misses, race day disasters, dashed hopes and disappointments. Until today, that is.
I should also say that the other blogs on the list are all well worth a read; mostly reporting from the world of elite rowing, they give fascinating insights into how the other half rows. I’ve been regularly glued to them and am well and truly humbled to have been picked out from such an impressive crowd.
So there you have it. I may be the oldest novice in town. I may have to fling a hoodie over the erg monitor so nobody sees how bad my split is. I may be more likely to win a wooden spoon than a gold medal for my rowing. But today I’m a winning athlete and it feels good.