Nerves weren’t so bad because the heats had only 3 boats and it was gonna be straight finals. The race was the last race of the day and we spent the day trying to conserve energy and stayed in the shade. We got into our boat after our warm up and everything. Then Jam realized she couldn’t fit her styrofoam block in and we started to panic because we needed to cut the duct tape that was stuck. Thankfully the boys ran over really quickly and macho-ly used keys to cut it off. READY. SET, *horn sound* we paced with NJ and came in 2nd, pretty good end to day 2.
Only some of the boys raced their semi-finals and the rest of us had training. Then watched Russell Peters at night haha, laughed until I literally was so tired I couldn’t laugh anymore.
D-DAY. The final day of our canoe life as canoeists of the the ’14/’15 batch. Very proud of the girls because everyone really went all out and everyone got into finals. Most of us had 2 races and it really was very nerve wrecking. Coach said worst case scenario: we get 3rd for 1000m and 4th for 500m.
The races were pushed up and we were pressed for time. We ran for 3 minutes instead of 6 so we could still do our normal water warm up but when we got in, the footstrap was duct taped again. It was a repeat of Tuesday and we all started to panic even more because it was 3 races to our race. Jam got so pissed off, Emma started breaking down and I ran around frantically trying to look for scissors and it was just mayhem until Aaron took control of the whole situation and got us to take deep breaths to calm down. We fixed the problem and paddled straight up without doing our normal warm up which got us all nervous because not warming up was dangerous for us, especially Iffah. We raced down and got 3rd and Iffah’s heart condition started acting up. Luckily Teu pointed it out to us because moments after she practically passed out in the boat.
Luckily we were near the pontoon and the medics came and carried her out of the boat. Her eyes kept rolling back and everything just got very scary very quickly.They put the oxygen reader on her finger and it said no reading and the rest of us started breaking down and they forced us to leave. All I could think about was what if something happened to her and it’ll be our fault because we continued to race, we kept shouting GO, she raced with us and something was gonna happen to her all because of us. But she got better and everything was eventually okay after 3 of us crying repeatedly then stopping to rationalize then crying again. When I saw her sitting up happily eating her bread, I was so relieved. That morning was such a roller coaster.
500m race was another roller coaster of emotions. We were predicted to get 4th because the SA config for that race was super fast. We raced down and at the last part I looked at Hwachong in lane 5 and screamed GO. We crossed the finish line and no one knew what we came in. The pontoon guy shouted for lane 3, 4 and 5 to weigh their boats (we were lane 2) so we paddled away.
Emma turned around and asked on a scale of 1 to 10 how sad we were and I rated it a 3. 3 because it really was the best set we could’ve done, we literally couldn’t have gone any faster because best frequency, best technical, best power. 3 because Hwa Chong and us were quite close and it was a pity. But it was ok because it was our best.
Got out and took pictures with people who came down, told everyone we got 4th and the other k4 girls went to do their own thing. Then daddy came over and held up 3 fingers with a cheeky smile. I replied sadly shaking my head saying no, we got 4th. NO he exclaimed and showed me a picture on his phone.
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My heart started racing but I didn’t dare let myself get excited because maybe that was this mornings results. But I looked closer and it said Event 425 A Divs 500m. I threw my paddle to my dad, grabbed his phone and ran through the throngs of people shouting for the 3 of them.
Hyperventilating, jumping, screaming soon followed as we confirmed the results with the result board. There is no better feeling then finding out when you got 3rd when u thought u got 4th and was actually satisfied with 4th.
Its been a hell of a ride but really: Grateful for k4. Grateful for captains. Grateful for girls. Grateful for boys. Grateful for team.