Rowing is 100% a cult but there’s nothing like it. Hearing the click of an entire crew feathering exactly on time. Sunrises on perfectly still water, the only disruption blades coming cleanly in and out of the water. Watching puddles spin as you move away. Pushing past the point of exhaustion, wondering how this is physically possible. When your coxswain asks for more and giving 110, 120, 130% even though you’re on an empty tank. Winning a race by half a stroke. Knowing your biggest enemy isn’t the boat next to you, it’s you. Pulling your hardest every time because God damn it you won’t let down your team. Knowing your team has your back always.
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