We were feeling good. Nervous, but strong and hopeful. I REALLY wanted to bump Osler-Green. We were looking good and the practice starts in the warm-up felt good. The weather had cleared up. Then somehow, things went wrong after the start gun. As we were closing on OG (which we really were, just not as fast as we'd hoped), Hertford came up behind us fast. We fought, but not hard enough, not long enough, not enough enough. We couldn't hold them off, and we conceded to them while still a length off OG.
Tough one. It sucks to be bumped. It sucks to lose. And, we tried our best. So we'll try again tomorrow, we'll brush it off, and we'll hunt down Hertford on a saturday afternoon. How does rowing (and losing) turn me into a petty revenge seeker? I do believe its an overdose of lactic acid buildup and shifty weather. Or maybe the rivermud all over my clothes, bike and backpack. Okay W1 - we know what we can do so lets ride Hertford the whole way tomorrow.
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