in britannia

Well, I rowed 2000 meters in a time of 7:20.7 just now. Sandy, the guy who rowed before me, and Mike, my cox, both said that afterward, I was white as a sheet and looked like I was going to throw up. I've never actually pulled that hard in my life, and it was a pretty lousy time, as I managed to get my splits down to a decent time (1:46/500m) but then between 750 and 250 meters left, I let the split bounce up and down between 1:38/500m and 2:00/500m. So I averaged out to 1:50/500m, which isn't bad for a first run, but should be a lot better and a lot more consistent.

My face is bright red, I'm shaking, and I couldn't feel my legs afterward. But at least it's done with and I can go have lunch now - I'm starving, and my lungs are severely unhappy. But a nice blt or chicken salad sandwich will cure that in no time.

Boy am I glad to have that over with. Geez.