That stretch of flat water, the perfect union of muscle, brain, and breath; that glide and lift when the shell seems to rise above and float over the glassy surface like a magic carpet. For me, rowing is all about being present.
Even the ripples and waves that interrupt my rhythm force me to be in the moment, gathering resources, sending out signals to every part of my body: 'Steady now, breathe, let the oars grab the water, let the boat do the work, relax.'
"Keep still. Be present." That's the secret to rowing. It also happens to be the secret to life.