God rewards you greatly when you row. With His master piece that deserves all the awards of this world. He deserves a spot in the guiness book of records for being the oldest yet hip and 100% perfectionist of art. Sometimes He decides to give you the thrills too like this morning.
Rained since last night till the early morning. Stopped from the time I left the house till we were all ready to row. We set out into the river... Just almost hitting the 2km mark it started pouring again. "ARGHHHH!" was all we could yell in frustration to the 11deg with mad wind and now soaked which leads to, as good as being naked in snow. "C'mon girls! Its just rain, it doesn't hurt!" Was all Tom in the dingy said. Right at his full stop... *BOOMBOOMBOOMBOOMBOOM* It starts hailing! Everyone stopped rowing, covered their heads seriously everything around us was all white and its like a gazillion sharp pointed pebbles are just planning to kill you. We couldn't hear Tom anymore but our Coxswain, Sarah continued to instruct us. 5 seconds later, my ore came out of the swivel, the gate gave way. I couldn't row. Soon somebody Rigger comes lose. 5 people, 4 rowing to begin with now, left 2 to bring us out of the mad hail storm. Man, watch them go. They look insane. Had 2 cuts and loads of red spots left by the hail..
Good job guys. If it wasn't for you guys I'm pretty sure we would have died out there considering the fact how unstable the boat was cause of unbalanced ores. Welcome to rowing Marilyn!
I honestly still love rowing. (:
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