There I was a few hours ago, out and enjoying a nice drink or 4, when I get a call from Lucy (already drunk): she'd just remembered that she was teaching a 'learn to row' class in the morning and had forgotten to find someone to fill the last seat, and would I please get to the boatshed by 8am?
A bit tipsy, I agreed.
8 rollies and a bowl of noodles later, this is sounding like a god-awful idea.
Wish me sea legs.
*** UPDATE ***
Did not fall in, which is not any kind of achievement at all.
Was also, in my own not-at-all humble opinion, one of the best rowers of the four. But given that the other three had only been out in a boat twice before, and I rowed for about three years, this is also not any kind of achievement.
*** UPDATE, REDUX ***
Went out again today, was haunted by the ghosts of calluses past.
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