What I Learned from Rowing

I have been rowing for the last four years where I have not only grown as an athlete but as a person. Rowing is a sport that lectures you on discipline, teamwork, on hard work, but most importantly on life, and this is how:

Just like in life, a 2000-meter race starts with a sprint, a moment of excitement where there is no pain or trouble. This moment can also be seen in my opinion as a human’s childhood where everything seems marvelous and new with lots of expectations to come.

As the race advances into the 500-meter mark you hit puberty were some pain is starting to accumulate in your legs and you are starting to wonder if you are even going to reach the finish line.

By the time you get to the 1000-meter mark you are finishing high school and there are some decisions you are to confront such as which career you will decide to study. At this point, you might look to the sides and you might notice that you are either losing or winning the race, and you know that you are there as a consequence of what you have done over the past 1000-meters, but you also know that there are 1000-meters more to the race and that the end result is still not decided so you decide to pick up the speed.

Now there are only 500-meters left of the race and you are feeling like stopping or settling down, in terms of life I feel like this stage would be the stage where you are settled down with an average boring job, but you still have time to change and do what you really want to do.

You have just passed the 250-meter mark and the distance to the finish line seems even longer than it looked from the start, time starts to slow down and you start feeling like you are not going to reach the end but somehow, for some reason, you start to speed up because you remember that you have a dream, a goal and there is no one to stop you. This is the point where the race is decided, it is the point where you either stand low or get noticed.

Finally, you get to the finish line and you die. At this point, all the pain from the race rises and you feel that your heart beats as fast as it can and it seems that there is not enough oxygen to satisfy your needs, but you also feel relieved that it is finally over. From this point over the only thing left is the legacy of a race that someone rowed.