My next
painting will be about rowing. As I start to recall my rowing experience from the
past three years, what jump out of my mind are miserable memories of workouts
on the erg, full of exhaustions and pains. All the curses I had during those
pieces are still vivid in my mind. I wonder why I have stayed in rowing even
though I hate it so much. However,
looking at where I end up right now, I am delighted.
I started my rowing career in my freshmen year, a week after the spring
season started. Before that, I was in the tennis team. And one day I heard a
coxswain shouting as I was passing by hoyt. I looked at the wake made of the
varsity boat gliding through the water glistening in the sunlight. It was quite
something at that point of my life. I admired the powerful lines reflected in
the water from the four oars on each side and the elegantly patterned vigorous
rowing paces of the crew. I got a vicarious feeling of myself sitting in that
boat and rowing under the sun set.
I still remember the sunrise when I was in my boat on water at 5 A .M. It was never the same view from the
land. All pains were superficial at that moment. I felt so honored and proud to
be an oarsman.
First thing is the first. I would first like to reveal how miserable erging
can be.
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