Psychologist on the water

Ok, apologies for this rather delayed post. The rigours of a full academic life, as well as the not inconsiderate but rather wonderful demands of my two small children make writing tricky. Saying this though I still manage to erg. Oh yes. It’s time to talk erg. For my non-rowing readers this is the erg: Which in many ways is a modern version of this: Am I sellling this to you? A device of ingenious design, a design made to inflict both bodily and psychological pain. It’s a love- hate relationship you have with this thing (mostly hate for some people I appreciate). For me it keeps me fit, fitter than I have ever been, and it teaches me things. Mostly how to take increasing levels of discomfort and pain and to skirt the border between not-being-sick and being-sick. It’s an essential tool for the rower, ideal for training through the winter when light prohibits water time. I, being perhaps a little strange, erg all the time. Summer, winter, day, night, inside and outside