um, you're retarded

rowing is so much more than i could have imagined
it's not just the sport that works us to death and the reason for our future tank-ness
it is a time three times a week that i get to spend with a few magnificent people i can call my friends.
we're not just a crew.

stroke

shes incredible. sometimes when I'm down all i have to do is think of her and I'm okay.

PS. I DO NOT AIR TONGUE

that was one time...

3rd seat

me :)

2nd seat

it physically hurts when i think of how much i adore this chick. she means so much to me even though sometimes it doesn't seem like it when i don't reply on msn. i love her forever

bow

shes silly. and i mildly hate her for not coming to PE this thursday

but that's alright because shes pretty

like crazy pretty

yeah i really do hate her

in the nicest possible way :)

sometimes we row synchronized and in time, perfectly relying on each other and our own trust. the concentration sinks in and we become one. sometimes one of us will mess up but we recover and work together to regain our state of flawed perfection. each stroke is longer than the last and we are forever improving. we lose shoes, balance and patience but in the end when we realise you can totally see muscles in our arms and feel the strength as we run up the stairs, it's totally worth it.

you see what i did there

in the old country we call that a metaphor.

adieu

livingonaprayer.x