I don’t like getting up early. I don’t like going out in the cold. I don’t like how hard it is to get my body working when it wants to be at rest which is, to be honest, most of the time.
But I do love rowing. Even though it takes place in the dark, cold, early morning hours, when my body would strongly prefer to be curled up in my warm bed.
I love being on the water. I love the synchronicity, balance, and power of it. I love how it requires me to pay 100% attention. I love how it feels to be happily tired on the way back to the dock, steam rising off warm bodies into the chilly dawn air. I love the camaraderie of the other crazy people who do this sport.
Mostly, I love how it brings me peace.