What I think about when I think about rowing.

You can blame Haruki Murakami for this blog. Way-back-when, in the mid-1990’s, I started reading his novels. I started with Dance-Dance-Dance, then went back to read his earlier works. I’ve read every one of his translated books since then.

But that’s a story for another time, another post, another blog. Suffice to say that it’s his latest work –a memoir– that started me on this blog. Murakami is a runner as well as a writer, and he hammered out one hundred-fifty-plus pages about what running means to him, and why. His meditations inspired me to reflect on what my sport –rowing– means to me. And then, to record and inflict those reflections on anyone interested enough to read them.

Like Murakami, I’ve found that a non-sequential, non-linear narrative can sometimes be a more compelling approach to just about any topic. So, this blog is going to loop back and forth from the present to the past and perhaps into the future as well. I hope it will be neither a memoir nor a diary, but something else altogether. We’ll have to wait and see just what that is.

To give a bit of structure to my ramblings, I’ve decided to impose some basic categories on the types of material that will appear here:

  • Things I think about while actually on the water, rowing;
  • Things I think about while training in winter, when the lake is frozen;
  • Things I think about while contemplating bodies of water, from the shore;
  • Things I think about while NOT rowing:
  • — readings

    — events, world and local

    — dreams and visions

    — cultural influences

    — trivial predictions

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