I’ve lost 6 lbs since the end of the fall season. WTF
Why is it that economical realities force us to stray away from the things we love most?
The world is a big search…a journey of sorts. But this journey isn’t nearly as adventure filled for most as the movies would have you believe. It’s frustrating. It’s confusing. And most of all, it’s fucking difficult.
And time moves so slowly when you pay attention to it, but if you think back to one year ago (or any large sum of time) it seems like it just happened.
It’s the human brain vs. the human condition, and it isn’t clear that the battle can be won.
Yet we must fight on…and fight fucking hard. Because reality isn’t gonna give, so the human brain has to accept its circumstances and adjust.
But acceptance is the hardest part…and the longer one delays acceptance, the harder it is for them to thrive in what society has become.
Kind of the state champs of the fall apparently. Shooting for some hardware; I would say wish us luck…but I really don’t think luck has much to do with it.
It’s all about how much you invest in yourself during training. Most crews know this, I’d say the winning ones know it better.
I don’t claim to be knowledgeable of the sport, especially considering I’ve only been rowing for a couple months.
But the shit isn’t subjective. One boat will row faster than all of the others, and 99% of the time I’m assuming they didn’t just ride a sweet wave all the way to the finish line. They invested heavily in themselves and come race day, they spent it like they stole it.
So here’s to emptying the bank. =D
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