I took a row on the Carnegie yesterday morning; temps in the upper 50s and a bit of a pushy wind might have predicted a tricky row, but instead it was nearly perfect - blades locked in, boat sending, quick times in both directions. It felt like the lake was giving me some help; somehow on the morning after a big rowing event, or in this case the day after the last row by the national team before they left for the World Championships, rowing waters all over the world seem in a melancholy mood, pining for someone to put in some hard strokes as had happened every morning for a long, long time - in the case of the Carnegie, going on seven or eight months continuously, several times daily, by a heap of different teams, from the Lakers to the uni teams to the camper kids to the national teams.
This is something you might sense almost everywhere on a "day after" in rowing; anyone who has taken a Monday morning row after Henley knows the feeling. I'm not one to anthropomorphize a patch of water, but somehow those day after rows seem always to be good, and it always feels like the water was responsible. Who knows.
Good luck to all the national teamers now hitting the water in Chungju; while I'm sure you'll be happy for a break from the Carnegie, or whatever your local waters are, your waters are already missing you, and sharing the good vibes and good rows with the rest of us.
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