M3 Fairbairns 2016

Provisional result: 42nd on the river, 5th College M3

For only the second time in recent years (that is, since online records began in the late 1990's), SCCBC were fortunate enough to enter 3 Men's eights into the Fairbairn cup. M2 and M3 had trained as one squad for the first 6 weeks of term, before splitting down into two separate boats. The strong technical base we have worked on showed, and M3 produced a solid but relaxed row, finishing in 17:47. Thank you to all the coaches, coxes and subs who have helped out, and I look forward to seeing how we build and improve for bumps next term. FTW!

Clare Novice Regatta - Day 1

The sun was shining on a cold November afternoon, ready for the first river race of Michaelmas term for the novice women. Warm up complete, NW2 were ready to make their debut. A strong and steady row down to the marshalling point settled the nerves. 
 
Round 1: Catz vs. Clare. On the whistle NW2 soared ahead, leaving Clare fumbling at the start line. Down the reach they sped, maintaining a strong rate 30. With Clare disappearing into the distance Catz kept the power down driving towards the railway bridge. It looked powerful. We were set to win by some distance. Then…a crab hit. The blade got caught in the rigger and it couldn't be recovered. Then...another crab. The boat stopped dead. Clare moved past, but Catz quickly reset. Refocused, they picked up the pace and gained distance back on Clare, who were now meters from the finish line. Unfortunately there was too much distance and Catz narrowly missed a heroic comeback.
 
Despite not getting the result we hoped for, the girls rowed to the highest level we have seen this term. Every single person should be proud of their performance today. We can certainly look toward next Thursday with confidence that we will see some very strong rowing. 
 
Fairbairns; there’s a storm coming, and it’s looking like beautiful shades of claret and rose. 
 

Sparring on the Tideway

Sunday, November 13th arrived. Every other college crew was tucked up in bed, enjoying a relaxing break from their undemanding training regimes. However, the Men of St Catharine's were not among them, as we arrived, decked out in the finest stash Powerhouse and Godfrey have to offer, at the University of London Boathouse, 6am sharp.

Jon, having been up since 3am the previous day stretching in readiness for this outing, mumbled something that sounded a bit like "where's my Pro Plus," then proceeded to jolt awake as a certain Chris Quarton wandered into the changing room. Despite not having rowed for a year, Chris played a crucial role in what was to follow (even if he was sitting at three). Thank you very much to Chris for subbing in last minute! Other Chris (Eddy), as self-appointed food, rest and warmth officer (my role is slowly dissolving into merely writing race reports) arrived wearing his normal 9234329012 layers and slightly indignant expression at being roped into another of my schemes. On this occasion, this may have proved to be wise as today we were sparring with UCL.

Wading out into the tideway with our borrowed Stampfli shell and wheel-less oars, we couldn't help but stare at the scale of the river, with virtually unlimited room for activities. Rowing up towards Richmond we were feeling remarkably at home as Sid had us rowing square blades with pauses. It took us a little while to realise we weren't stuck behind a novice crew on a river about 10cm wide, at which point Sid explained we kept catching up... a promising start.

As dawn broke, we spun and lined up along aside the Men from UCL. Over the next 45 minutes we battle-paddled with a crew that not all that long ago made the final day of HRR, and incredibly found ourselves taking down seat after seat. Yet it was never going to be that simple, as Sid's intuitive Cam coxing led to us taking a wonderful racing line round the corners. Unfortunately, as those readers who did GCSE geography will know, this is not the best option on a river that wide, and the rather smug UCL cox sailed past. After shouts of "isn't it a bit shallow here (#!?)" from the bows, something clicked and Sid began to bully the other crew out of the stream, allowing us to come back and claim victory for the day.

The true toll of a 20km+ battle paddle showed as we headed back to the boathouse, but that's a few extra miles on the clock and Fairbairns is fast approaching. Also we're all now back to full fitness thanks to super-sized malt loaves (what a time to be alive). 

University Fours 2016 - Day 2

Having been awarded the only "easily" victory margin from quarter-finals day, we were feeling good for day 2. It was business as normal as Basile sprinted in half way through the warm up apologising profusely about his skittish relationship with his small collection of proteins. Paddling down to the lock we were feeling good, the sun was out and yesterday's wind had found more important people to annoy.

Our semi-final was against an unknown FaT crew who had narrowly beaten Queens' the day before. Starting off upstream station we struggled to find the strong rhythm from yesterday, and watched as the crew behind drew to well within station by First Post. However, after another 3823 rhythm calls and shouts from Basile to "decompose the stroke," we found new purpose and slowly but surely drew away in the glassy waters of Plough Reach. Like Will towards an organic salt and pepper cracker, we sprinted for the line. We were in the final for the second year running.

Going into the final we were definitely the underdogs. We sprinted hard off the start, rating like a GB eight that had accidentally taken sculling blades to the Olympics. However, the crew that had bladed to head of the river in Mays soon started to show their class, and it took a colossal effort to hold them level on the reach. Like the defenestration of Prague, history had repeated itself and we were runners up again.

It's a bitter-sweet goodbye to our half-boat, half-submarine as we start in the eight next week. Next stop - Fairbairn's.

University Fours 2016 - Day 1

Thursday October 27, the first race of the season was upon us. There was definitely tension in the boathouse, would we win? Would Basile be on time? Yes was the correct answer to only one of these questions. We began the paddle down, half way through which Sid announced he had never won a race from the cox's seat. Our nerves suitably settled by this inspirational speech, we paddled down to Baitsbite and waited our turn for the start, attracting plenty of laughs as we were *marginally* too heavy for the boat, and therefore sitting somewhere in between the rest of the crews and the CUWBC boat under Barnes Bridge earlier this year.

Having watched M1b and W1 set off, we drew up to the start on upstream station. Due to our insatiable desire for an even set, our standing start was a tad more controlled than it could have been, giving King's a small advantage off the start. However, there we held them in the calm waters of First Post Reach. Hitting the corners we found new rhythm, leaving King's in the wake of our boat come submarine. The wind hit hard as we rounded Fen Ditton, but by then the result was clear. And for all those wondering, Basile was indeed late (again).

Unfortunately M1b lost narrowly to a strong Downing crew, but for a crew that was scratch this morning and only decided at crew pasta last night, they showed a lot of promise moving forwards into the eight next week. Special thanks to Sam for subbing in last minute after only rowing with the SCCBC for three weeks, and to Jill for helping out with marshalling.

Bring on the semi-finals tomorrow. 

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