Out of Retirement

...you can't row and hope.

Well, my first row since retiring from the sport is now in the books.  Back in action!  The wheels are a bit rusty, my form bad, my fitness worse and my motivation to improve at an all time low... but then again most of that was a pre-existing condition.

Why did I come out of retirement from rowing, after taking so much time off?  How could I know I'd ever get back to where I once was, how could I rebuild the fitness that took a decade+ to gain?  Not that I didn't enjoy my long break from sport.  Here I was... all this extra time on my hands, having been so so long in the game... and now free of all that, unsure what to do next.  As I slowly rediscovered a world after crew, reconnected with old friends, took up a few hobbies, nothing really filled the void crew left behind.  So as the days* passed and the distance between me and the sport I loved increased... I felt a hunger for unfinished business** and a deep desire to see what was possible for one last go around...

...so here we are.  Rowing again.  Looking forward to every stroke.

*~10 hours or so.
**After our morning row I had said I'd give Sam a ride to work, for example.