Saturday 24th, July
Day 7: Our ordeal of travel is behind us; earlier in the week we unwrapped our brand new Empacher quad and Dreher oars (shout out to Jim and Colleen at Durham); yesterday we showed good speed racing against the Light men´s 8; and jet-lag has finally begun to ease its grip. Boredom now officially sets in as we wait for the culmination of almost a year of training.
However, since we´re staying at a golf resort, Mike (my three seat) and I decided hit the driving range on our afternoon off. This gave me the opportunity to take my mind off the seemingly interminable wait and, more importantly, to use some choice Spanish swear words I picked up from some old men I saw playing Bocce Ball. Evidently my golf swing also sucks this side of the Atlantic.
That´s all for now, support Row2k and your national team, go Lance!