Sitting ready, anticipating the start,
My racing pulse matches the beat of my heart.
My ears listen for the word that signals go,
Until at last they hear it, “ATTENTION, ROW!”
Oars flying through the water,
All the while my body getting hotter.
My seats slide up and down the slide,
Faster and faster until the boat begins to glide.
My backs is sore, my arms are aching,
And my resolve to win is slowly breaking.
But still through pain, I push on,
Even though all my energy is long gone.
The Cox is screaming about control,
But all I think about is achieving my goal.
I am almost there, so I pick up the pace,
To push in front near the end of the race.
The boat speeds out front of all the other schools
Just as we finish the reserve of my fuels.
And so at last I cross the finish line first,
And all pain is forgotten, even my dying thirst.
