The Club's Results

The best we have raced all term. A significant step up from Clare novices 5 days before. Took us a little while to find our rhythm but held it strong down the course. Excellent lift out the railway bridge, but died again 100m later. Not much left to give (Alexander Watson)

As the troublesome waves of the River Cam swayed and knocked, our hearts did not wander and neither did our heads. For there was no fear amongst the crew, though we knew the stakes, we were prepared do what was necessary, our absolute best. Being the first boat out, we were forced to wander the treacherous waves alone, no boats visible ahead, and definitely none behind. Our glutes ached as each contraction worked to lever our team forward. It was almost as if VIII became one. One boat. One oar. Pushed to our limits by our fabulous bank party, we heaved, we pulled, and most importantly we maintained good posture. Eventually we reached the final stretch, the home straight, so to say. We could almost see the curvature of the earth in our peripheral vision, but neither the sublime nor the cold, would get in our way as we pushed the limits on human capability for the last five hundred metres… Until eventually, our torture had ended, the marshal’s horn sung in our ears, as if it was praising our efforts, not to say our cox who was too busy shouting had heard this, as we maintained our efforts for several strokes after our punishment had been officially concluded. “Wind it down” was all we could focus on for the seconds superseding out effort, as we waited for the glorious call, eventually our prayers were answered. (no crabs) (Dhanya Swami)

Finally we did something half-resembling rowing! Third behind Downing (9:56) and Jesus (10:12), two classy outfits. Annoyed not to beat Jesus given we moved on them from Green Dragon, but cannot complain for a race that in general went so much better than much of term, and finally began to show the potential of this crew. (Harry Glyn)