Damn, I love my sport. Scary, but let me count the years ... 29 years ago I raced my last race in my final year at college, a victory on a hot day on a quiet lake. A lifetime ago. Yet my sport stays with me. "Once a rower, always a rower" is a phrase I heard... Continue Reading →
A Symphony of Motion
I recently came across a short film on rowing that I first watched over 30 years ago. It was a time of wood boats and wood oars full of character and life. It was a time too of crew coaches speaking as philosophers. Thanks to YouTube I can add this gem to my blog. I... Continue Reading →