The constant rollercoaster of rowing
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Ah, what a difference a day makes. On Saturday I was the world’s worst rower. Really, I was. We had an outing where every stroke was an effort, my technique was all over the place and the balance was dreadful. I seriously wondered if I should just give up rowing altogether. The only thing that stopped me was the small matter of a rowing blog.
And then a day passed and the sun came out. Sunday dawned bright and beautiful. We had an outing bathed in sunshine (I actually caught the sun. I know. In March.) Everything flowed and I even won the Catch of the Day award (not, I hasten to add, for catching a crab, but for having the crispest catch).
The joy was shortlived, though. Monday has brought crippling back pain that has me doubled over like a geriatric.
Sigh. Is it just me, or is rowing the most up-and-down sport there is?