The Last Race on the Inlet

I am a planner. I weigh every option with care, need escape routes and plan Bs and everything in between. That's why I'm still shocked, nearly three years later, that I joined crew. 

It didn't really make sense. It would be time consuming. You can't really put it on a resume. You have to get up at 4:30am. Spring break and spring weekends would be gone. Going to the bars on a Thursday? (Tuesday? Wednesday? It is college) HAHAHAHAHA...forget it. 

Claire gave me a verbal kick in the butt, and I joined. 

Yesterday, I found myself passing under the bridges, hearing my coxswain roar "SLINGSHOT!" and feeling that rush of adrenaline that goes straight through your fingers--one last time. There is nothing like that in the world. It was my last race on our inlet. We celebrated the seniors, and I think the faces really say all you need to know.