Spinning the hands
Yet again time for another bumps. Last year, the bumps was a huge deal. Lucky me I was thrust from a few Sunday row to a blades-winning crew. I don’t think that you can really prepare for experiences like that and it even takes a while to sink in. When it did there were a lot of lessons to be had from it. If for no other reason that the fact that you worked so very hard and achieved so much means imprints it more deeply.
This year is a much different situation. Rather than being the new guy on the team, happy to contribute the little bit that I could and feeling like I had to do everything I possibly could not to be the worst on the team, I am now the most senior in terms of Cambridge experience (with only two bumps of experience!) although there are three other rowers who are much more experienced than me elsewhere in the boat. After just a few outings, our stroke injured himself and suddenly I went from being in the back of the boat to the front, and being asked to row a crew of guys who were by all accounts fitter than me.
The refrain has always been “ergs don’t float” and “but you have good technique” which is another way of saying that I’m not very strong. Being small has something to do with it but to be honest I don’t punch my weight when compared with other small guys and I’m not a “born rower”. But rowing isn’t really a sport that your born into, at least not by being physically gifted. It’s an exclusive sport, even in the UK, that mostly private school boys start out in and it seems to carry that implication of privilege despite being essentially repetitive weight lifting.
I don’t take not being strong lightly (pun? intended) but at the same time I am aware that there is an upper limit to my abilities. Imagine my astonishment when I pulled an erg score of 7:45… horrendous. That was the same score I made on my first attempt last year. Only three months ago it was 7:15 and I was hoping it would break 7:22. So not only am I pretty weak, but I lose it really really quickly. So much for being a hard gainer and a hard loser. I will freely admit that I ended up coxing way more than rowing last term but it was still a sad situation.
Suddenly being put in front of a crew of brash and some what frustrated rowers who had just lost their stroke was not really my idea of a great time considering my fitness. Being stroke means that you lead the boat which means that you are rarely criticised because it’s nigh impossible to judge when it’s stroke’s fault and when it’s the rest of the boat’s fault. I have a few technical faults and combining that with the rest of the crews faults, my lack of strength, and the normal difficulties of being stroke mean that it’s not easy to be in the front seat.
To put matters bluntly: the bumps programme says this about Wolfson: “After rising in 11 of the last 12 years (taking them from the bottom of the Fourth Division to near the top of the Second) Wolfson are perenially at their highest ever position - this year however they are unlikely to progress through Girton and may have to content themselves with consolidation.” That’s essentially how I feel about our bumps chances with a lot more emphasis. We haven’t fallen for 12 years and we’ve moved up 11 of them That’s an amazing record considering that other grad colleges performances are between mediocre and pathetic and we are finally in the midst of good crews. Bumping is no longer easy, but still possible and we train extremely hard. The bumps programme always predicts failure for us as we have been an underdog nearly every year. I believe we have more than a chance at bumping up and I hate the idea of consolidation, i.e. rowing over.
But ultimately, our crew has to live with the reality that we may do just that, row over. We have guts, determination, and we’ve put in hard work and we may have a chance at going them over the course. Our start is blazingly fast but we’ve yet to see how we’ll do over the distance and we won’t know until we row it. What I am afraid of, perhaps because I am most succeptable to it, is that we will become complacent and consolidate, that we will relegate ourselves to just finishing the race half way through. Bumps isn’t like that, it’s a rat race: feast or be feasted upon.
If we do make it through the first half of the race with extra in our tanks we might actually take it home and win, but it’s a sure thing that no crew this high will give up easily, and I certainly don’t want to say the “B” word but I believe we have a chance at going up if we combine the determination with focus and concentration.









