I seem to have reached the point where I feel emotionally worn down by everything to do with my project. I could liken the project to an ugly big church somewhere in the back and beyond. If that were the case, I would be one of the weary weather-worn gargoyles hanging on for dear life somewhere near the top!
Of course it’s not all bad. I had a very enjoyable row last night – in a 4 with Lou, new Charlotte and Amy who has come back from having Fiona very quickly and with much enthusiasm! After last Wednesdays outing in the 4+ with Ruth, Lou and Anne-Marie (which we will hopefully get compo to race at Bedford), I am getting back in to the rowing vibe again. Unfortunately (always a down side!) the more enthusiastic I am about rowing, the more I realise I have no time to do any training. I am also unlikely be able to do the big head races at the start of the winter season and this upsets me greatly.
Grumble, grumble, "Is she ever happy?" I hear you ask. Sometimes. I’m sure if you search previous blogs enough you find at least one completely positive entry… Maybe 🙂