I've got that winter feeling, a January feeling, one that's very familiar.

For a few years, I spent some time at Quintin Boat Club on the Thames by Chiswick bridge.

The club had an open fire, we would recover after a session by it.

This poem that I heard today reminded me of the feelings of January.

January by Henry Wadsworth

Janus am I; oldest of potentates; Forward I look, and backward, and below I count, as god of avenues and gates, The years that through my portals come and go. I block the roads, and drift the fields with snow; I chase the wild-fowl from the frozen fen; My frosts congeal the rivers in their flow, My fires light up the hearths and hearts of men.

This poem is in the public domain.

Here’s today’s podcast and my reading of the poem.

https://www.getfittorow.com/get-fit-to-row-podcast/156-my-frosts-congeal-the-rivers-in-their-flow

What about your fitness and rowing, are you ready to get started?