Stuffed with pasta courtesy of Daniel’s gyp (a bit cosy for 11 people), NW1 stormed through the first race against Corpus Christi, leaving the opposing boat floundering horizontally, a small speck in the distance as we comfortably paddled home over the finish line. The waits between races were short and freezingly cold, meaning that our ‘Snow White and the 8 Dwarves’ costumes had to be obscured under layers of warm kit. (Phoebe)
The second race against Girton was our best – a close, adrenaline filled struggle over the first half of the 500m course, before FaT NW1 managed to push away and win by over a length, feeling jubilant after our first really strong piece of rowing.(Phoebe)
Sadly, despite the unwavering support and original pieces of advice (‘legs!’, ‘square early!’, ‘legs!’, ‘slow is fast!’, ‘legs!’) of the Evil Queen on the bank, the winning streak was short lived. The Trinity Hall dalmatians clawed a narrow victory over a now very cold NW1, who, morale waning, were then beaten again by Caius.(Phoebe)
As well as being a great set of races for crew bonding, Emma Sprints gave NW1 their first tastes of victory and defeat, and our early wins were a testament to the strength of the coaching we had received.(Phoebe)
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