We managed a bump today with much drama before hand. A bump is hitting/overtaking the boat ahead- a good thing.
Im happy, i guess; but the emotional turmoil in my head dulls the elation somewhat.
My hands are sore and my legs are covered in bruises and lacerations.
Even if the row back is awful, even if the crew we bumped caught a crab (not literally, it means a blade gets stuck in the water)- a bump is a bump and we managed it.
I say im not elated or joyous, but im not miserable either. I don't feel as rotten as i did yesterday.
There is still the last day of races tomorrow.
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