Initially it was the cuteness (and the nicely balanced square blading) that made me want to share this video:
But it’s that bit at the end that got me thinking.
“It’s such a simple word: ‘Row’.”
And it is… deceptively so. When I started rowing in earnest last year, I had no idea what I was getting myself into. I thought it would be a nice hobby. I thought it would get me fit. I thought I might meet some nice people.
I was right about all of those things. But that simple word, “row”, gave no clue about what it would really come to mean to me: how it would get under my skin, take over my life, make me sing with joy and weep with frustration.
Row. Such a simple word. Such a crazy world.
No wonder we rowers stick together.
