I didn't choose this lifestyle, it chose me.

It was the perfect way to clear my head. Rowing away from the dock, I knew I could leave life on land for on the water it was all about me. The stress that had accumulated seemed insignificant and what mattered was how I intended on making my boat move faster. From the day I first placed my oar in the water, I knew I was addicted- it was like a drug. As dancing in Mumbo Jumbo, rowing became my form of Jes Grew, I felt unstoppable and unbeatable against every order, school, or team that dared to challenge my ecstasy. To this day I cannot put a finger on it, I'm not sure if it was the weather or just the simple solitude that made me blissful. It is truly difficult to explain how I ended up a rower or the drive any athlete has to win. Lucky for me, I found my drug lost somewhere in a rhythm of the slide or the flip of the oars. No one will ever come close to how I felt that day when I took my first stroke.   

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