I think it is only appropriate that on the first day of our challenge, I had an "aha!" moment. The rower, it no longer scares me. 1,500 meters, I can do it. And I can do it, if not easily, then without problems.
I'll spare you the long winded story of always being the fat, unathletic kid, because, well, you've heard it all before on other blogs. But as someone who still identifies as the fattest kid in the room, as the least able to do any given sport/physical endeavor, to be able to look at a rower and say "bring it on!" is breathtaking. (Literally.)
Ahem. Enough cheesiness. Check in with me tomorrow after Fight Gone Bad and see if I'm still waxing poetic about the Concept 2.
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