June 24th, 2013 at 5:30 pm. That’s when I started my first “Level 1” class at Station L Rowing Club.
Why, at such an advanced age, would I start rowing? Well it’s a long story, and it will likely be the topic of several postings so don’t expect a quick answer. However the quick answer (you weren’t expecting that were you?) is really simple. Aaron was 16 at the time and had been rowing for over 3 years. I suddenly realized that there were two summers left to do anything with him, after which he would likely be rocketing out into the world and leaving me behind. Since he rowed, I decided to row.
July 4th, 2013. One week and 4 days after I started rowing. That’s when I purchased my first boat. It’s an absolutely beautiful double made by Jurgen Kaschper. Mere words can’t describe this thing, so let’s try this:
Over the course of the summer Aaron proved to be far more tolerant than any 16 year old kid should be. He had to put up with a total novice dad making the boat do all sorts of strange and not particularly wonderful things (generally punctuated by expressions of terror from one or both occupants of the boat).
Finally, in our last row of the summer, I was exclaiming to him about what a great row it had been (and to be fair it had been a good row), to which he responded in a rather dry tone: “yeah, this time I don’t want to kill you out of frustration”.
OK, despite that I’m still calling it a good decision. What I didn’t realize at the time was how much this sport was going to take over my life….