“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
Having rowed about three years now, this blog documents my attempt to take it to the next level. I’ve done amateur races around Florida, but nothing big. Now my goal is to row in Masters’ Nationals 2013 here in Sarasota–and not to make a fool of myself in the process.
I’m an average joe-ess. Most of my time is spent in the process of teaching: either running around in a chicken suit or preparing to run around in a chicken suit. Or documenting what I did while running around in a chicken suit. I only rowed in college 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 will be a whole new level of training and effort on my part to be all that I can be.
I’m looking forward to it.