In college, I rowed competitively. As someone inherently drawn to contradictions, I quickly fell in love with this sport.
Rowing married the rigor and discipline of a solo sport with the camaraderie and bonding of a team.
I loved the balance of endurance and meditation, elegance and pain. And I was seduced by the pursuit of the elusive perfect stroke.
To a varying degree, I sense that same adrenaline rush now as I work in pursuit of the perfect stroke.
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