Waaaaaay back in October Mr.Monkey and I were walking around the Des Moines Marathon Expo, where we had come to pick up race packets (me 5K, him marathon). Amongst all the venders selling shirts and Gu and socks was a booth for a local rowing club.
“You know what?” Mr. Monkey nudged me “I bet you would be good at rowing. You love the water and you are strong. You should go talk to them.”
And so I did. I chatted with the very friendly woman at the booth and added my name to a mailing list to get more information.
And then I never heard anything from them (largely, I suspect, due to the crap ass long winter. I’m sure nobody was rowing anything for months) and I sort of forgot about it. Until last month when I got an email inviting me out to “Novice Day”. Novice Day is where you can go and learn the basics of rowing, how to lift the boats, how the equipment works, etc. At the end of the day, if you are interested, you can sign up for a beginner crew and train for a regatta at the end of the summer.
It is tomorrow and I am scared.
I’m worried I’ll be the least fit person there. I’m fairly strong (due to Dutch farmer genes or perhaps left over from my glory days, I’m not sure) but my cardio fitness is, um, lacking these days. I worry I’ll be the heaviest person there. I’m worried I’ll look dumb, that I won’t be any good at it. I may be having flashbacks to being picked last every time in PE as a child.
The only thing that comforts me is that I probably won’t cry like I did at that tri practice session last fall, so there’s that hope anyways.
I’m going to go, though. This is something I want to try and I this is the body I have right now, so we are just going to have to make this work.
Wish me luck.