The Greek in me wanted to know what it felt like to pull an oar. The intellectual wondered about how to get eight individuals to move to the same beat. The athlete wanted to check what has been described as the ultimate workout. The romantic craved seeing if the quirkiness of the sport - there is after all, little practical value to oarsmanship in the postindustrial age - stirred his blood.
Barry S. StraussThe single sculler, alone on the river at dawn, or spotlighted in his lane during a race, is th emost romantic, the most quixotic figure in all rowing.
Barry S. StraussRowing was not simple for me. I nodded whenever the instructor made a point, as if I understood, but I could as easily have assembled the space shuttle as have repeated the moves she was explaining.
Barry S. StraussRowing it was pointed out, was a sport that risked few injuries. So it was, I ould discover, but only if you did it right.
Barry S. StraussWhen you are on the erg your mind is too busy to pay attention to the sounds of the machine; you notice only that they are indeed loud.
Barry S. Strauss