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Sometimes when I stop and think about it, I realize there are so many reasons for me to dislike rowing. In the shower today I pondered it as I used my less-blistered hand to massage shampoo into my hair and shaved around the infected track bites on my legs. I winced when I put lotion on; I yelped when the facewash I squeezed into my hands seeped into the torn skin. I also wondered why, as I switched from lifting to cardio to actual rowing today, I actually do this.
I guess it's a little bit like loving someone: you put in so much hard work and it's really painful at times... sometimes you just want to ride back to the dock in the launch and leave the stupid boat in the water to float over the dam... but at the end of it all, none of that stuff really matters. You can begin something with the mindset of doing it for yourself, but really, when it comes right down to it, you do it for the people you're with.
I guess it's a little bit like loving someone: you put in so much hard work and it's really painful at times... sometimes you just want to ride back to the dock in the launch and leave the stupid boat in the water to float over the dam... but at the end of it all, none of that stuff really matters. You can begin something with the mindset of doing it for yourself, but really, when it comes right down to it, you do it for the people you're with.