Writing yesterday’s blog entry brought back a few memories. It’s 1996, and I’ve recently taken up a new position at University College London as deputy director of the development office. Surfing the Internet, I see that Sir Chay Blythe is setting up a new trans-Atlantic rowing challenge, in two-person, set-design boats. A bit more research and I find out that there’s a Kiwi entry on the books, and the chap’s looking for a team-mate. I send this Rob Hamill an e-mail, and a few days later he calls me back from Hamilton, NZ, with me in
Friday, February 1, 2008
Rowing naked
Writing yesterday’s blog entry brought back a few memories. It’s 1996, and I’ve recently taken up a new position at University College London as deputy director of the development office. Surfing the Internet, I see that Sir Chay Blythe is setting up a new trans-Atlantic rowing challenge, in two-person, set-design boats. A bit more research and I find out that there’s a Kiwi entry on the books, and the chap’s looking for a team-mate. I send this Rob Hamill an e-mail, and a few days later he calls me back from Hamilton, NZ, with me in
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
3 comments:
Great story Kristen! So many meetings, coincidences. I sometimes wonder how random are they? Is there something out there?
I generally make decisions based upon one of two theories, the "small world" theory or the "they'll never see me again" theory. Small world seems to be winning out more and more and has saved me much embarassment over the years. Great story.
Interesting... you're paddling with us right? :-)
Post a Comment