Day 4 and it was mixed doubles. I was paddling with Marie Anderson, the wife of Ramon the Olympian so I had some power in the back. Marie has seen it all before. She knew what it takes to win a medal so my
confidence was high.
We hadn’t paddled together before, and with Marie having a slow stroke and I having a faster stroke meant that I would have to slow my rating and we would both have to compromise.
After a 500 metre warm-up we paddled to the line which had about 21 boats on it. The start was quick and we were away. We
took off at a good speed, faster than Doug and Sue who were on our left. The boat to our right was a fraction faster and for some reason it started heading over to our left and seemingly away from a straight line. Nevertheless they soon straightened up and we were away being the 5th boat under the bridge some 400 metres from the start line.
After a little, or should I say a big effort we managed to force
ourselves up and over a few big humps to get onto Dave and Nicky’s wash. I don't know how we managed it but I know I was thinking, wow how did we get there - they are much faster paddlers than we are. Then I realised that Marie had been watching Ramon paddle so fast for years, she just knew how to put the power on.
Our ride was just off this planet, I couldn’t believe how fast we were going and by now I was feeling
pretty cocky. Then Dave decided to go to the right to pass another boat and for some mysterious reason the wash went as flat as a pancake and suddenly we dropped right back.
What had happened? Had Marie’s powers just vanished. Had she stopped thinking about Ramon? Never mind we were still in a good position.
We took the first buoy
corner pretty okay and started heading back when I thought Marie said her shoulder was a little sore. Oh dear how hard do we push now! Then about 500 metres further I saw a nose of a ski coming along side. I had a quick sly check and, Oh No, it was Jane Liddle and Jeff Hosnell (NSW) on a ski. We can't let them pass I thought, we would never live it down and Jane would be reminding me back in WA how she beat us. The trouble was they were slightly quicker, and we could do little than to
watch them slide by. We wash rode them for a few minutes, but I hate to say this, but they were going a little too fast for us to keep up without fighting really hard. Eventually we dropped off their side wash and because another ski was following we couldn’t get on rear wash, so we lost them. I didn’t want to push too hard so I shed a few tears and let them go and eased into a solid pace.
As we were turning
at the downstream end turn Sue and Doug tried paddling inside of us but when I realised they were there we put the pressure on and avoided them passing. It appears that they had been sitting on our wash for some time.