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Originally Posted by Geneman
Shaun. mY daughter rowed 4 years scholastically here in Philly. Then recruited to Syracuse. unfortunately was injured in 2nd year.. ( intercostal rib muscle detachment..,.. now THATS painful...!!) I had no idea Philly has such a great history of scholastic rowing until she started.. I guess if you look at old Eakins paintings it becomes more clear! Talk about some cold mornings on the river ... Wind whipping down the Schuykil River ( locals call it the "Surekill" ). I remember these wealthy mainline parent types standing around freezing their asses off muttering to themselves " couldn't this girl have picked a sport like basketball... something with a friggin clock ,.. INSIDE!.. " I tell you those hs girls. worked extremely hard at this sport. Those coaches worked them really hard... very impressive to see.... as I recall NONE of them had boyfriends or even a modicum of social lives..... We went to HOTC twice and once to Canadian Henley....
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I'm sorry to hear about your daughter Frank, that sounds extremely painful! Hope she's ok now.
We used to row well into November. At 5AM there'd be the thinnest sheet of ice on the surface of parts of the river. It was magical to row through it.
Rowing does take over your life. It's more of a cult than a sport at times. To be great, you have to live it, and you become addicted to wanting to be great. Because anyone can.
We used to run Harvard stadiums until we couldn't move. I am shocked I still have knees running up down those steps. Such great memories.
