I rowed in an 8 (eight people with one blade each, plus a cox) for the first time in my life on Wednesday. The feeling of flying came on my third outing in a week in a single scull. As I lifted the blades cleanly from the water, and slid forward to take the next stroke, all I could sense was the glide of the boat on the surface of the water and no sound -- a bit like that moment just after lifting from the runway in an aeroplane.
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