Don Rowing Club of Mississauga

A True Rowing Story

My race plan was simple: row as hard as possible, adapt to the weather, and try to medal. It felt more like late fall than late summer in mid September 1976. The rain was on and off with temperature in mid-teens (degrees of Celsius). The cross wind had picked up since the early morning heats and my coach warned me at the push-off to stay in my lane during the race.