“Marathon runners talk about hitting ‘the wall’ at the twenty-third mile of the race. What rowers confront isn’t a wall; it’s a hole – an abyss of pain, which opens up in the second minute of the race. Large needles are being driven into your thigh muscles, while your forearms seem to be splitting. Then the pain becomes confused and disorganized, not like the windedness of the runner or the leg burn of the biker but an all-over, savage unpleasantness. As you pass the five-hundred-meter mark, with three-quarters of the race still to row, you realize with dread that you are not going to make it to the finish, but at the same time the idea of letting your teammates down by not rowing your hardest is unthinkable…Therefore, you are going to die. Welcome to this life.” — Ashleigh Teitel
A long time ago, I used to be normal. Then I discovered rowing. A decade later, I haven’t looked back.
This blog records my personal journey training to compete as a Masters athlete. Originally, it started in 2013 when I first attempted to race in the “big leagues,” or Masters Nationals Championships. At the time, I had three years of experience and wanted to not make a fool of myself.
I am goal-driven. My current goal is to race at the World Rowing Masters Regatta in 2018, and maybe earn some medals.
I’m an average joe-ess. Most of my time is spent juggling a zoo: a one-year-old baby, a puppy, and working from home. I rowed in college only one semester, my last. Everything else I learned years later. I’m not the athlete in the family; every inch gained on the water is through hard work. This year brings new lessons in balancing training with life, and my efforts to be the best rower I can.
I’m looking forward to it.