crew will wreck your life.
The initiation of a rower's journey begins when they set hands on a boat. You will carry a boat with others like you, and become astounded at how heavy this thing really is.
When all the oars are in, you may row arms only. Seems easy. then the back is added, then the legs. It seems okay. Only as the weeks go by do you realize the enormity of what you have gotten yourself into.
Your hands will bleed and ache and sting; it hurts to pick up a pencil sometimes. You are introduced to the ergometer, erg, or rowing machine- this machine is the finest example of torture in the modern world. Your hands will hurt worse, you will pull harder, you will vomit in trash cans and wobble on jelly legs to your car.
Finally, the hunger. There is no greater hunger than hunger after practice. You will eat anything and everything in sight.
But aside from the general pain, nausea, and discomfort associated with rowing- it will get you fit. You will meet new people that will change your life. You will work harder than you ever have and see results. You will do things that you have never dreamed of. You will fall in love with crew, only it's a weird kind of love. A certain comfort comes from smelling the boathouse on your clothes, stepping off of the erg and into the rainy outdoors, or crossing the finish line with boats behind you.
Rower: I can't, I have crew.
Non-rower: What's crew?
Non-rower: *kayaking motion* I've been kayaking before!
Rower: I don't think you understand.
Cheerleader: I have practice until 5 today! Ugh!
Rower: *low growl*
Coach: Set up the ergs!
Rowers: I can't I broke my body
Mom: I think I made too much pasta
Rower: there is no such thing as too much pasta