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Well the girls beat us in our scrimmage. We were actually winning for the first half of the race, but as they are 16-year-old Energizer bunnies with an unlimited amount of stamina and energy, they basically hung beside us until we started sucking wind, then they whizzed by and left us in the dust. I was actually a bit relieved the girls won; I wasn't sure how the teenagers' fragile egos would handle being beaten by a bunch of old mommies. I needn't have worried. Plus, I was reassured that the girls could use that boost of confidence since they hadn't been rowing so well lately. It was interesting to see how we all looked after we got back to the dock: The girls were bright-eyed, perky, smiling, giggly and joking with each other, ponytails wagging; we were hang-dog, sweaty, wet, pasty-haired, gasping and unable to talk.
I guess my being a little hung over didn't help our situation, either. Drinking the night before a race was really dumb. But any more, I have to take my opportunities when they come.
Current mood: Wired