i was a collegiate rower and we went to nationals, defended the gold, etc.
what i can tell you is that by virture of rowing, you will gain some muscle, as rowing is a powerful motion. so i would let the rowing change your body how it’s going to change it. once you are in training your coach might give you some weight training to do specific to rowing, but let your coach decide that.
rowing is a fantastic sport, the best one i did (outside of cheerleading during high school). being on the water and rowing with a crew is the most enjoyable thing, i just cannot describe it. at this pint i’m going on 10 years since my rowing days and i still crave the water, my crew and the power of our boat.
we were incredible, and there will never be anything like it again.
seriously, if i could slide into your body and trade places to row again, i would gladly do it. if i could just have back one day in my boat.
if i could see my women sit in front of me with their backs so strong, and the puddles of water soaring by, where every pull i try to get the puddles to be that much farther apart.
if i could sit in the boat that we split so perfectly that our bow could see the cox with every stroke.
if i could hear our coach scream from the shore “GODDAMMIT PULL THE BOAT! YOU’RE GOING TO WIN!”
if i could here the “ssssssssss” of the seat slide up to the catch, and here the slight clunk of the oars feathering in their locks.
if i could run the stadium steps to try to catch my team-mate Kelly Salchow who went on to become a 2-time olypian.
if i could have lost 10 pounds and trained just a little bit harder i would have gone on to the national camp for lightweight women’s rowing. i would trade you today to repeat that chance.
if i could just feel how amazingly painful it was to pull the erg and achieve a record breaking time, and have both the men and women pick me up off the floor and carry me all around high in the air as i was ready to puke my guts up. that is like no pain i’ve ever felt, and unless it’s for rowing, i’m not willing to go there again.
if i could once again race on The Hootch and just obliverate every crew there with my hands, legs and back screaming for mercy every pull of the oar.
if i could sit at the start, and at the gun hear our cox command, “Three Quarter, Half, Half, Three Quarter, Full!” and blow all the other boats off the line.
i yearn to be that crazed animal that foamed at the mouth in seat 5.
but i digress…
do it today while you have the opportunity; you will cherish it.