Soon this blog will come to an end, and I'll hang up my paddle in exchange for a paddle.

The race over the weekend went... not as aspected.

My team had the best timings from heats and semi finals.

Rowing during the semifinals was awesome.

Its not like last time, when all the pacings previously showed that you sucked, and that the team is going to have to pull damn hard to try and prove our previous records wrong.

This time, all the pacings previously showed that we could pull away damn far. All that we had to do was to do a good set as per training.

The pace and speed during that race was unbelieveable. I'll never forget rowing that 500 metres. First, for our semis. Best time for the whole event, I think, 2:16 mins.

Then came the finals.

As Jiaqi put it, bronze, forever a reminder.

No one, is god in the water. You can't secure your first place.

No matter how much reasoning and thought we can put behind the loss, the pressure from coach to shave off 6 seconds, the pressure from everyone to come in first, the boat that we used being heavier than the others, it all boils down to one thing.

We lost.

When the boat came in third... I looked behind to the rest of the team.

Scared expressions.

"Coach is going to scream at us." I thought.

The sky turned darker, and the boats pulled in for phototaking as coach paced back and forth, he threw his papers on the chair, started mumbling to himself.


Haiz... damn lucky he found that one dollar on the floor, and the ntu girls cheered him up abit.

But the feeling now from the team is that we shall accept defeat. But get up, grow stronger, get better!



There was training on saturday after the race... sprints, upslope running. On sunday, before the race there was a 2.4 run followed by pullups and nature hike. It was damn fun. Never been to macritchie in so long. Missed nyp's race though.

From what I heard... haiz... guys were victim of more kamikaze piloting.

I knew there was some current going against the race course. But the slight flow from the left side.... I can't believe people can cock up their coxing so badly man.

The girls stroke, too short at the entry again. The guys, not enough twisting and dropping. In the end, the underdogs nabbed the medals. In a way I'm glad for SP, I'll always support underdog db teams haha. But ITE really kio sai! hahahah.

Thus are the results. I wonder if things would have been better had I stayed on longer with them, to push and pull things along. But in the end even if I did, it would be more disastrous when I would finally leave. I made a promise to Him to help mould the future leaders of the team. Something more important than leading the team.

Nevertheless, there are some last slight pulls and pushes to be done. One week to accomplish this.

Went to kfc with them after the race. Uhhh.... haven't eaten kfc in so long... haven't junked since... can't remember when.



Tomorrow's my last training with teamS. Andy's promised a 'special session' for me hahaha. 3 rounds triangle.

So this final 1.5 weeks will be used to finalize and fix up many things indeed, before I leave.

And the final chapter in this blog is written.