Once upon a time, a long time ago...
Before I had muscular arms like I did here...
I was a struggling rower. Struggling.
I was skinny and scrawny and not very strong. But I was tough as nails and didn't take crap from anyone. And I made sure everyone heard about how I wasn't going to take any crap. Boy, was I obnoxious.
In 1986, three other women and I decided we wanted to row in the Head of the Charles... a super fun, really big regatta. Being that we were smallish and unproven, we had zero support from our team. In fact, we had to train in pairs... they wouldn't even let us use a four to practice in. They needed that for the guys. We were promised the smaller of the club's fours for our race, however. But they tried to renege on that at the regatta!
I think we came in 4th (I am pretty sure I am remembering that correctly) out of 20 or so. Everyone at our club was so surprised... 'cuz they thought we were really sucky.
Here we are in action... can you guess which one is me?
Before I had muscular arms like I did here...
I was a struggling rower. Struggling.
I was skinny and scrawny and not very strong. But I was tough as nails and didn't take crap from anyone. And I made sure everyone heard about how I wasn't going to take any crap. Boy, was I obnoxious.
In 1986, three other women and I decided we wanted to row in the Head of the Charles... a super fun, really big regatta. Being that we were smallish and unproven, we had zero support from our team. In fact, we had to train in pairs... they wouldn't even let us use a four to practice in. They needed that for the guys. We were promised the smaller of the club's fours for our race, however. But they tried to renege on that at the regatta!
I think we came in 4th (I am pretty sure I am remembering that correctly) out of 20 or so. Everyone at our club was so surprised... 'cuz they thought we were really sucky.
Here we are in action... can you guess which one is me?