I rowed on the Cam this morning in the snow. In small drops, water splashed on to my oar and froze instantly. The ice creeped up my blade until everything save the neoprene handle was encased.
Snow is an event in Cambs - in fact, Cambridge is one of the driest spots in the UK. Despite the lack of measurable precipitation, the air always seems to be a bit damp; which is especially evident now that cold season is in full swing on campus. My teammate, Aoife, who rows in front of me in our boat hails from Ireland. She told me this morning that "the damp" in the British Isles is something that even tough old "Grannies are afraid of", sometimes leaving rooms in the house closed up during the winter because of it.
Despite the adverse conditions, the snow, the damp, the cold, and rowing on a hard wooden plank that somehow resembles a seat at 6:30 am, elicited not frustration from me and the women that I row with, but laughter. As soon as the snow started coming down in huge mushroom-sized flakes, we all giggled. Snow? Really?
It hit me then: mental toughness is both a sufficient and necessary condition and a catalyst for anyone who gets up at an ungodly hour in the cold, folds yourself into a seat that is far too small for your ass (the other girls and I have affectionately deemed the parts of your ass that fold over the seat "spillover"), locks your hands to a blade and gets shouted at from the bank of the river whilst attempting to repeat the same stroke motion perfectly over and over again.

Penn State University's Sport Psychology Services, from an article by one of the U.S.'s leading sports psychologists, defines mental toughness as an athlete's "natural or developed psychological edge that enables [one] to: Generally cope better than your opponents with the many demands that are placed on [an athlete] as a performer," and is the ability "to be more consistent and better than [an athlete's] opponents in remaining determined, focused, confident, resilient, and in control under pressure."
Indeed.
This, however, is the best part: we beat our Men's boat by 47 seconds. That's right, 47. If you round up, that's a whole minute. Not only did we beat the boys who row with our college, but we beat a third of the men's boats entered in the race.