The other night:
It was the women’s A 1x at World Masters. I’d drawn a horrible heat with TWO of my rowing friends in it, Doc H and Superwoman. I was rowing a third friend’s boat, the Prana. (In real life, she is lending me her boat for this race. Thank you Karen!!! ❤️)
I’m in the lane closest to the regatta island at NBP. The race starts well, I’m not first off but I’m up with the leaders and then wham! Seat jams. I’m pissed. I have to stop, dip water, roll it weightless to go. It’s fine. I jump back on quickly and manage to catch the back pack and Doc H (sorry, Doc) around 500 to go.
It happens again. “What is happening?” I scream. I’d practiced before in Prana with zero issues. A million thoughts race through my mind: I’ve done all this work to be DFL, the worst! I should have been racing for second or third! (No one beats Superwoman.) What is Karen going to think I’ve done to her boat? Did I do something to break her seat? This is embarrassing! What a horrible way to come back and start my week!
I actually woke up in a cold sweat. Heart racing. Angry. Upset. Wondering where the heck that all came from.
Just two-and-a-half months to go. Bring on the crazy dreams.