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The walk from my warm bed to the shower is a chilly one, and I make sure to pack three extra layers and a hat in my backpack. Fully suited up in my uni, I hop into the car with a breakfast sandwich that I am too nervous to eat. At 7:30 AM in Boston I already see scullers on the river. Now my heart is beating faster than the music blasting through my earbuds. As I stand with my teammates watching some of the best rowers in the world cross the finish line at the largest international head race, I begin to feel warm in 24 degree weather. This is our shot to prove ourselves, to piece together the countless hours of training, to race in The Head of the Charles …show more content…
We row in silence with nothing but the soothing voice of the coxswain and rhythmic click of the oar handles to keep us calm. After spending most of my fall with these four girls, no words are needed to communicate. On land we are individuals, on the water, one person. I try to cherish every moment of the row up to the finish line, because I know once the race starts I will be in a different world. Finally, we make it to the basin, shivering with anticipation. Among the voices of the 85 other coxswains in our race, “Bow 69 paddle it to port, you’ll hear a horn when you're racing,” cuts clearly through. After 30 building strokes, Betsy’s voice intensifies and echoes as we pass under the first bridge. 4000 meters in, I bring up the rate and the click of the oar locks starts to quicken. We begin to fly. Through the pain we become one and find our swing. Soon enough, we here cheers from Elliot bridge, the last push to get us over the line. As fast as we’d found it, our swing is lost. My heart rate is rising, but not from physical exertion. In the eyes of an angry coxswain headed straight for our stern, the months of determination, support, and faith flash before me. I duck under the monstrous oar swinging over my head. Of all the moments we had prepared for, this is not one of them. Within a surreal 20 seconds, our coxswain turns into a slave driver, and with a surge of terror we come out of the crash faster than ever
Once she turned and looked toward the shore, toward she people she had left there. She had not gone any great distance – that is, what would have been a great distance for an experienced swimmer. But to her unaccustomed vision the stretch of water behind her assumed the aspect of a barrier which her unaided strength would never be able to overcome.
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Ever since he was a little kid, Rex Scruggs has had only one ambition. Win the respect and approval and, heck, maybe even the love, of his difficult grandfather. It isn’t easy to be the grandson of Malcolm Scruggs whose house is filled with trophies and medals from his years as an international-level kayaker, and whose kayaking exploits on the rivers of the Columbian Andes decades earlier earned him a write-up in National Geographic magazine. Now seventeen, Rex, who has inherited from Gramps his fiercely competitive nature, is determined to travel to Columbia and kayak The Furiosos, the river that his grandfather never finished. He is determined to be the first to kayak it from top to bottom, and claim its first descent.
In the novel Swamp Angel the main character, Maggie, asserts that "swimming is like living , it is done alone". This is, in fact, a very telling statement with respect to the life of both Maggie and the life of Dunstan, the main character in the novel The Fifth Business. Maggie's comparison of life to swimming raises interesting points about the way in which each of the two characters proceed along the road of life.
Race day will either be filled with one race of a few, very fast miles or a fraction of that in dead sprint. While a track athlete can always count on racing around the oval in track, and never lose sight of the finish line; cross country sees a course of winding hills and trails that can leave me wishing it were track season. No matter the sport, I am running against the clock at the bang of the gun. I always find myself pushing harder and harder to beat not only the clock, but the next girl in front of me. For both of these sports race day is a little different, but it is always the most
“He reminisced about long, cold hours on the water under steel-grey skies, about smashing victories and defeats narrowly averted, about traveling to Germany and marching under Hitler’s eyes into the Olympic stadium in Berlin, and about his crewmates”. Daniel James Brown writes this in the prologue of his moving book, The Boys in the Boat and it gives the reader just the slightest idea of the immense amount of passion that Joe Rantz had for the sport of rowing. Brown wrote the novel after having a conversation with Rantz when Rantz was in his ninety’s. Brown sat in Rantz’s living room with him and chatted about the incredible rowers past and the adventures that rowing had taken him on. Rantz could not hold back his tears when talking about the
In the story “The Kayak” by Debbie Spring Teresa
...held him in the sea that swirled him out and safely over the boat to water in which he could touch. The surviving men were thankful to have survived, but learned that they really had no control over their lives. One of the most important lessons the correspondent took from the experience was, “… that “in the ignorance of the grave-edge” every man is in the same boat, which is not much more substantial than the ten-foot open dinghy on a rough sea” (Buitenhuis, web). Having survived the experience the cook, the correspondent, and the captain each believed that they could be interpreters for the sea. Crane gave each man a voice in “The Open Boat” that is uniquely theirs, but at the same time shared a common bond and struggle with nature for survival. It is up to each man (mankind) to find our own place in the universe and be open to the lessons that life can teach us.
They [are] knifing their oars into the water rather than digging into it” (Brown 153). While Joe is normally a great rower, he has a hard time working with the rest of the crew. But with patience and some practice, he slowly got better and more coherent. Joe’s whole life he has been independent, his parents constantly push him away, leaving him to live on his own. Unlike rowing, where teamwork is the key to winning.
The silence was broken by a high pitch scream that probably carried for miles. The water shattered as the kayak flipped over sending ethan, the other geese and all the other things he had into the water. The water wasn't deep but was murky and cold, so he didn’t try to swim away but to almost run along the bottom of the pond. As he half ran half swam away I broke into laughter. Once I regained control and he was far enough away I took one more shoot at the goose and finished it.
“‘300 meters, and the Americans have pulled even! The boats are three across now. 250 meters to go’”. “‘It’s a three-boat race. Who’s going to break?’’
...e became more and more overcome with suspense and anticipation. Before we plunged to the bottom, we noticed a kayak broken in two pieces. It had been caused by a collision with a boulder, at the bottom of the fall. We were scared to death, because we thought we would hit it and flip over. However, with the help of our fast-thinking and skillful guide, we were able to make it down the fall safely. All the action was over, so we let out a sigh of relief and allowed our nerves to relax.
Short Answer 1: “Rowing is perhaps the toughest of sports. Once the race starts, there are no time outs, no substitutions. It calls upon the limits of human endurance. The coach must therefore impart the secrets of the special kind of endurance that comes from mind, heart, and body.” This quote is George Yeoman Pocock crew racing shell designer/builder), from Boys in the Boat.
Can’t think. My body shakes and screams from the tension. Heart pounding, nerves tingling, every muscle contracted. Stop. Focus. Deep breath and close everything out. I shut my eyes and the turbulent world in which I am submerged goes black and silent. Coach says visualize the race. Visualize your ideal race. I visualize….
Habits of the Creative Minds is a simple textbook with a particular twist. I began reading the book thinking it was going to be a basic textbook, but the author,Richard E. Miller and Ann Jurecic, changed the tone of the book and put it into a metaphor. This metaphor was about the reader in your writing, or for anyone reading should feel like Alice in Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland. The reader should be reading, and figuratively fall into the reading, by this the authors means the reader should not want to put that book down. They should be engulfed in the book and read from cover to cover. The attention must be maintained and the best way to do this is by making the writing unique. The authors of this book puts