Why I row
If you ever have a friend that rows, then you’ll probably think they’re absolutely nuts. Waking up four nights a week at 5:30am, training twice a day. Pushing yourself in training so much that you throw up.
Not really selling the sport well am I? Rowing is a weird sport, because no, I don’t like it when my legs are in pain and my heart rate is hitting 200 bpm, it’s not fun getting up in the morning. 
But nothing is more rewarding than crossing that finish line first before your opposition.
One of the best things about the sport is that you’re going backwards, so in a race if you’re beating your opposition, you can see where they are when you’re winning and they can’t see where you are. There’s no feeling like it. But because of that it means that it really sucks when you get absolutely smashed by a much better crew. Winning is pretty cool, but there are other reasons why I enjoy it as well.
Training is always fun, when you’re one of the best and you finish first out of your crew mates, it spurs you on to keep training so you stay at the top.
What I’m saying is, rowing is just a big ego boost, although training sucks, you feel better after it. I’ve been doing the sport for a while now, and although I’m at the boathouse 24/7, it never gets boring. The training is tough, long, annoying, and pretty much everything else horrible. But it does stop me from being bored, and keeps me fit. Even though at times I feel like quitting, there’s just something that keeps me from doing so.
So why do I row, well I don’t really know. I don’t even remember why I started, but I’m glad I did.
