So here goes my first blog! I can honestly say that I never
saw myself doing this, but then again I can say that about a lot of other
things….. "I’ll never wear lycra”, “I’ll never own a pair of crocs”, “I never
want to row, it’s so boring!” Evidently
people change.
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My Dad and I racing together (both in sunnies). |
My first encounters with rowing do not bring happy
memories. In fact the best word I can
use to describe how I remember it, is ‘wet’.
This may seem obvious as rowing is a water sport, however I spent the
first couple of years of my ‘rowing life’ on the bank. It was my brother who took to the sport
first. I was dragged each weekend, by my
parents, to a different river bank to stand in the rain and watch the boys
thrash past for a few seconds and disappear into the distance. I never understood (and still don’t) the
spectator appeal of a head race.
Evidently my parents were a little more enthusiastic, so much so that they
decided to join in and join our local club, Tees RC. This soon caught on with the other parents
and by the summer, every weekend was like another sports day complete with the
mothers and fathers race. Meanwhile,
muggins here was left on the bank making daisy chains.
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me and my bro |
Eventually I began to feel left out that I was the only household
member without a ‘lycra drawer’ and couldn’t join in the conversations about
popping blisters and share the devastation of ‘catching a crab’. I decided to bite the bullet and give it a
go. Luckily all the watching had paid
off and I took to it pretty quickly. In case you are wondering, yes, there has been a full family outing. But no, there are no photos of it...the evidence has been burnt.
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Myself (left), Hannah and Arthur (crouched) |
At the beginning of 2003 I won my first race at the junior interregional
regatta in a pair. Later that year I
moved to St. Peter’s School, York for my A-levels. This is where I met Arthur.
Arthur was my first coach.
If I had to describe him in 3 words…..small, welsh, eccentric and welsh. I have many Arthur stories and will probably
refer back to him in future blogs. But I will share one quick one now though, to illustrate why I think he was the key
to my rowing successes....
Arthur was never
one to claim he was a technical expert when it came to rowing. However, he did know how to work us
hard! One afternoon whilst out on the
river we were out doing some long race pieces. Once up to speed, Arthur removed his favourite green fleece (see right) and tied it round the throttle on the launch so it wouldn't move. He then told me he would keep the launch pointed at
the stern of my boat. I had no doubt he
was being deadly serious, if I slowed down I would be crushed!
After leaving school I went on to study at Nottingham
University where I rowed at Notts County RA, now known as
Nottingham RC.
After one medal at the Junior World Championships and 3 at
the U23 world Championships I was selected to be the reserve athlete at the
Beijing Olympics in 2008. I then went
on to join the women’s eight at the 2009 World Championships where we finished
5th.
Unfortunately I had been suffering with back problems since
I was 17 years old and at the end of 2009 they became so bad that I had to take
18 months away from the sport. I enjoyed
my time away from the sport but it wasn’t long before I realised that I was
clinically insane. I missed early
mornings, cold weather and long ergos too much.
I have been back in a boat a year now.
I started training at
Leander Club and I have been shocked at
how quickly I was able to get back to my old self.
Unfortunately it wasn’t soon enough for this
Olympics but I am gunning for Rio, a gold medal and some fiestas!!
Now you know a little about me and where I’ve come from and where
I’m hoping to go, I hope you will join me on the rest of my blogging journey!