Well I guess I should recap nationals...
The extremely unstable k4 races...
The good lucks, jia yous, all the bests exchanged between rowers while waiting for the event to start.
The sighting of Francis clan in action.
The capsizing of the nyp k4 boat just 5 metres from the finish line.
Blacking out and capsizing at the finish line for my first race. What a way to start, huh.
I guess I'm dissapointed that none of the sets came even close to my pb timing in macritchie which wasn't even in a boat I was familiar with. White sting rocks. It was thrilling to be leading the other boats, and it sucked seeing another boat infront of you. Perhaps the suprise come back on sunday didn't help either. Psychologically I summoned the will to go down into the water again after I had already admitted defeat in the heats. I didn't get as far as I wanted with this short time in canoeing, but I know given more time.... which I will train for. I'm going to get so much faster.
Al told me, 'there's no point rushing to go for races. When it comes, it comes.'I suppose I'm lucky to have to have "seniors" like Al and Wee.
Thanks to Jo and Jazz for being there on the first day and helping to ease my mind, thanks to Kenny for our awesome celebration at kfc and ps2 hahaha.

Thus the end of one struggle marks the beginning of a new one. And as usual, after every race comes that spirit.