Tag: moving on

Here I am. I'm dragging myself up the stairwell to my room on the third floor of my dorm. All of the get-to-know-you games I played in my classes today burnt me out. A poster catches my attention as I rounded my way out of the stairwell. It doesn't really jump off the wall, but it catches my attention. It said "ROWING" in big, block letters at the top. My cousin had rowed in college and always raved about it. It  intrigued me. I stared at the poster for an uncomfortably long time, reading each word on the page. That evening, I decided to email the coach and note my interest. I sat through an information meeting two days later with the head coach, assistant coach, and four of the team members. They hooked me. The videos of the past teams rowing made my heart race. As a novice rower, I did not expect to need much commitment. A couple of practices a...