#crewblr

We row in a boathouse where 2ish thirds are taken by a private school (that we compete against), and though we’re certainly not the poorest of teams, sometimes it’s a bit disheartening when you’re huddled up in your mismatched workout gear with the rest of your team of people who like the sport but certainly are neither innately gifted nor physically built for it, as twenty rich kids who were selected at age twelve for being tall walk past in their matching Lululemon practice gear with their ultra light boats and custom footplates

i feel like i’m being replaced on my crew team rn. one of our new varsity coxswains keeps taking my seats over and over again and i feel like there’s absolutely nothing i can do. i’m actually losing the motivation to keep trying to get better and it hurts, i want to stay on the team, i don’t want to lose my chosen family, but i cant fucking do this anymore it’s so not fucking fair.

Yall my coach is really testing me. Last week he wouldnt let me row because my knees were bothering me on monday and he decided that I am too weak to row. So today I spoke to him to make sure I'm in the lineups for this week and this bitch decided to put me as a double shift for tomorrow. I think he wants to watch me break down.

No one could have guessed that I'd be the jock of my friend group... but here we are

ugh me and my friend were gonna go bike up to planet fitness and lift today but the fucking rain ruined it bc im not boutta bike through this bullshit