I told my son, Tim, today that I wished I were in better shape for the Head of The Charles and he just started to laugh. "At your age, for heaven’s sake, the entire point is doing it at all! Good grief!" True, but the nice thing is that – as old and ridiculous as I may be – I just don’t feel that way. I am all agog to "hit it" and do better than last year ya-da, ya-da, ya-da. Ridiculous but that’s the thing about a good Kedge: they work even if – by any rational standard – they-re ridiculous. So off I went, with Hilary, and did a mock race this morning. Last one till the real one. Oh boy. Let me tell you, these rows are LONG. Here we go.