So today was my last water training in jaguar before the race this weekend.

I can't imagine not being able to row anymore....

Since the first time that Sensei put me on a racing T1 and I kept capsizing like free liddat....

Then the races, the desire, dissapointments. I knew that one day ultimately I would want to row in his boat, that light blue boat, which seemed so fast when he used it.

Finally its a reality. My final race, I guess. In that boat, which I so longed to row in. With my own paddle which I had bought with my own money.

That name can never be spoken unless the user is ready to accept the meaning behind it in a race. It was the ultimate attack which the immortal Odin spent eternity to perfect. To me it represents the pursuit for that unachievable "perfect" movement, or stroke.

I soaped down and waxed Jaguar twice today. Scrubbing hard as hell to get rid of any marks or stains... after the waxing she looks so shiney. She's the prettiest blue boat in the whole of kallang. Even though her blue coat may not be as bright as some of the new boats due to her age.

I'll forever be grateful to Sensei, for teaching me how to appreciate this sport, for teaching me things beyond feeling the water, sportsmanship. And for giving me the chance to pursuit this interest.

I wish there was something more that I could give him. I wanted to make him proud the last few races. That bronze wasn't enough. But if nothing else, I'll give him a nice shiney boat to row in when he takes the team down for training next time.