6K Wednesday

and the girls did really well. Most of the girls I talked to PR’d, some by extraordinary amounts. I always cox Ellie, have been since novice, and though I’m not physically doing the 6K with her, I feel it too. I feel the small triumphs when she gets it down to a 2:10, and the aggravation when it spikes up. The intensity of the sprint, the last 300 when you’re chasing down the meters. Dang that sprint was so insane. Fighting for nearly 25 minutes and by the end everyone is screaming, cheering, and panting. She ended with an average split of 2:17.5, just .5 away from her goal. At the end she just collapsed on the erg and let out a scream of pride. I will probably never forget that. Rowers are amazing.