I rowed today. For the first time in over six months, at least, I was back in an eight. And even before then it wasn't hard rowing. As a volunteer coach I tend to sub in whenever is necessary, but never to get a true workout on the water. Anyway, for the past month now I've been working out about twice a week. The exact amount to never improve or get used to it. What it means is that I'm slow and grumbly during the workout, then sort by the end of that day, unable to move the following day, and by the time I recover two days late I decided I really should go get a run in, or bike around town that day, play a soccer game, or, I guess, row.
I cannot understand how I possibly competed in that sport. My back was pinched, my butt was sore, and my calves felt as if they were ripping off as I attempted to hold back my slide. Plus, we were nowhere close to hard pressure. Even taking into consideration that I was in a boat with four brand new rowers, I felt horrible.
My rowing body may be long gone, but the spirit remains. The feeling I had today was a determination to insure that working with the novice team this year be my continual reminder and motivator. I'd really like to take advantage of coaching practices by joining in on as many workouts as possible.
My statement of affirmation -
I will be fit!
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