The Club's Results

Still feeling the effects of my 21st birthday the previous day, and not having been in a scull since October, my preparation for the race was less than ideal. That said, this result is still such turd I'm really quite ashamed.

Having never done any sort of firm pressure in a single, I wasn't sure how I'd react to a head piece. I think the sculling itself was reasonably tidy, but by Ditton my forearms were beginning to burn. At the Railway bridge they were in agony, and I was swerving all over the course, unable to steer any sort of line.

I think if I can learn to take corners well, I'll probably take 10-15 seconds of my time, and if I can learn to actually use my legs and give my arms a rest, I might be able to put in a vaguely respectable time. (Phil)