When I think of my years on the rowing team, many things come to mind: man hands, ridiculous blisters, sweaty-dead-fish smells, threatening to beat the coxswain with my oar, pulled butt muscle, Ergs, stupid stroke rates, power 10’s every time someone dies in Predator, crabs, “rowing through adversity” (Jenny’s excuse for making us row in ridiculous conditions), Coach Bill’s foghorn, awesome trips in the university vans, freezing to death in a sinking boat, slippery docks and heavy boats, bagels and bananas and granola bars and Gatorade (all you need to survive if you’re a rower), always packing extra clothes, winter and spring training regime consisting of eat/row/eat/sleep/row/eat/sleep (in that order), stadiums, land workouts in Racer Arena, taking gold at SIRA in the Novice 4+, thinking I was going to die in the boat (multiple times), and many, many more. But most importantly, all these memories were made with my very best friends. God bless Murray State Rowing!
Editor's Note: That's SIRA Champion Lensey Medley, 2nd from left. RRS wonders what's up with the head gear that year?!