A few days before I got the bad news, I had made arrangements to go check something out. I had been feeling discouraged about running and thought maybe a little change-up might help.
The checking-out happened on Saturday morning. I was so fortunate that it was gorgeous out instead of cold and windy and rainy...
Sunrise and San Quentin Penitentiary
I had opted to go for a ride in the coach's launch and talk with the coach about the team instead of hopping in a boat. I must confess, the moment I pulled up into the parking lot I started quivering with excitement. While I was glad I had chosen to not row that morning, my appetite was whetted.
A little morning choppiness out on the SF Bay...
...but pretty glassy down by the inlet.
I'm going to row.
At least, I'm going to try it.