Once more into the breach dear friends, once more.
Imagine a sandpit, a small sandpit, much like you might have had as a child.
Imagine the sandpit contains only one grain of sand.
Now imagine that you took every speck of sand from a beach and put in that sandpit.
That’s what it’s like when you put every rowing child, team and parent into a very very small space at Roodeplaat Rowing Club at SA Champs.
An exercise in quantum physics.
By Day 2 the heat is getting to everyone.
Competition is intense.
Pain, exhaustion, hope, despair and ecstasy is etched on every face.
Those staying over in campsites, tents and lodges are wishing for their own beds.
Those commuting in are wishing they had booked somewhere to stay.
In a certain home of an unnamed rowing mother, the washing up is piling in the sink, dirty laundry is exploding out of hampers and the dogs are forgetting what their people even look like. Said dogs have spent the last 48 hours learning how to take the lid off the dog food and feeding themselves rather than having to wait.
One more day.
Nanoseconds in the greater scheme of life, but for those on the water, those nanoseconds stretch for eternity.