Once again, I must apologise for the inactivity on my part. When I started this blog, I told myself that I would try to continue posting .. sometimes regardless of whether I had any readers or visitors. There have been a few days when I maybe have had time to put together a post - but I really wasn’t sure as to whether I could make it of quality.
As far as rowing goes, things have gone pretty well since the last post. I was able to race at Marlow International Regatta which was held at Dorney Lake in Eton. The regatta was one of the largest that I’ve attended and was pleased with how the day turned out. I was racing in a junior double with my partner, and we were drawn to race against 2 boats from USA, and 2 other boats from around England. Only one USA boat turned up, which was a shame, but we were still able to show them how well we race.
Had a lengthy warm-up in the seperate lake (adjacent to the racing lake), and then got ‘marshalled’ through into the racing lake and were put in the approriate lanes. Usually when I race, I get a really dry throat after 1,000m or so, and find it hard to breath - here, I had this feeling on the line. I knew it was going to be tough. The Umpire called as to get into racing start positions, and then set us off. I have a tendency to look all over the place when I’m in the boat, and that is bad for both the boat’s rhythm and the balance. This time I kept looking straight ahead.
I could only see the english crew next to us in my peripheral vision and usually after the racing start we have a little lead .. this time we were level. At the 500m mark I could see the USA boat a few seconds behind us and so I knew that we would be able to move away from them. There were 2 boats left that we had to beat now. At the 1,000m mark I could see that the boat next to us had moved up on us slightly, and from where I was, we looked to be in 3rd place. On thing that is hard when rowing is being able to row as hard and as well when you’re behind.
We had the strokes per minute up at 34/35 and were approaching the 1500m mark now. I could see that the 2nd english boat on the far lane was actually slowly drifting behind us, and I said to myself that it was “all or nothing” at this point. We pushed on to the last 400m, and I made sure I knew that if we pushed too early, then we may not get to the finish. There was still full commitment to the boat of course, but you can’t provide all out 100% pressure for the whole race, cos you’ll blow up.
Last 300m and my partner said something - can’t remember, it’s likely I didn’t hear anything but a rumble - and it was our race from there. We were maybe half a boat length down, and by the last 200m we were maybe just a few inches ahead. Had to give it another push and with the last 100m we were just over one boat length up. That last 100m had to hurt more.. Each stroke from there was more powerful and technically correct that the last… Ahh.. it fecking hurt, but boy was it worth it!
It’s important now to say that neither of us had heard any encouragement at all.. when we raced it was like 2 of us, encapsulated again the rest of the field. We were in a bubble .. a different mindset to everyone else. We started the race with our plan in our head, we executed everything we had done in training, and we deserved every last inch of that.
So we congratulated ourselves and then tapped the boat round to go back up the course to collect our medals/tankards. When we got quarter the way up, we were asked to cross to the otherside, to paddle onto the medal pontoon. When we reached the other side, on the last stretch to glory - we were told by the Umpires that we had been disqaulified… Why? Steering was exceptional, we hadn’t bad-mouthed anyone.. couldn’t think of a reason. What did they say? “Coaching from the bank.”
Well, for anyone to coach a racing crew is illegal and results in disqualification, we all knew that. And our coach is one of the finest and most experienced in the country, and so we obviously complained. It turned out that apparently he had been shouting (which he agrees to) “Come on Nathan!” & “Come on Sam!”. Hmm.. it seems that now encouraging people is against the rules. Well sod them. We know we won .. the competitors know we won .. and the officials have made themselves look like idiots.
The whole ‘coaching from the bank’ seems quite ironic as well. As I had put in, neither of us heard anything from anyone for the race, and so it didn’t affect us whatsoever. Oh well.. just gonna have to win next time!