Extra Push

Just the other day I was in a race. 

A rowing race to be precise. 

Wasn’t anything too difficult, 

Only 500 meters.

Weather wasn’t exactly too good either. 

Water was somewhat choppy. 

It didn’t help that I was able to get adjusted to my boat for what feels like years. 

Felt like I could feel every flaw in how I set the boat up. 

The shoes were too far back. 

Ores did not go into the water enough. 

I thought that alone was gonna seal my fate.

Either in the water or the last of places. 

Whenever we did start, I ended up having a good start and my initial thought was that I ended up doing a false-start. 

But I kept on going and held some distance. 

But slowly one guy closed the gap and I thought I'd be done for. 

I was somewhat tired. 

I took a glance behind me and 

only looked like 100 meters were left. 

So I kept up the pace. Things were close and then the line was crossed with me in the front. 

It was my first real race. Or what I considered. I did one back in October but it was just slow and kinda sad. So… first real race and I sort of did it. That’s sort of how it feels. I kinda did it.

Maybe it has something to do with expectations. If you excite yourself enough you’ll be willing to go harder. So when I did the opposite. Makes sense when it feels mellow.