I feel like my blogging has become a "once a month" affair. I regret that I have become too busy and negligent in this hobby. Alas. To make up for this, a long post lies ahead. Avoid reading this because in all respects I have rambled.
College Race was this past weekend. I did not lie when I told Cal 2 that the last time I was close to crying after a race was more than a year ago. It was the finals race for Consolation B (or was it A? I can't remember), when we ran a race where everybody felt good, where we started the uphill battle to be better than what we were. It's amazing how far how we as a team have come so far. Watching Cal 1 run their heat for the B finals and semi finals was beautiful. The finishes were amazing. I can keep replaying those last few seconds in my mind, when they start the finish, and pull ahead of the other boats, beating them by a some number of seats. If anyone has seen my videos on Facebook, they can attest to the fact that I pretty much went crazy with joy watching our boats pull hard. :P
College Race after party was last night. Gosh, that was super fun. Tee hee. :p I have never seen anyone get that drunk in a while. It's been way too long since I've had a drink :P
Anyway, now some serious thoughts.
Still pertaining to dragon boat though.
When I first joined Cal Dragon boat, they sucked balls. No lie. The team performed atrociously at the College Race back then, my second year at Cal. I was there, paddling for Ripple College. A few of the older members of Cal who are still on the team were there too, and many of them considered quitting. Anyway, knowing their kind of record, I thought, "okay, I'll join this team just for the heck of it, because it's getting too tough to commute to and from San Francisco to practice with SFL every weekend." Little did I know I was about to embark on a journey. I attended the info session/general meeting with the full intent of not being that committed, of going back to SFL as soon as I could. I pretty much only went because of Connie, who went because of Luke, so, according to Luke, I went because of him. While we still sucked that spring semester up until the summer, we started making strides that fall. Those strides became leaps, then jumps, before becoming full-fledged flight. We were becoming something better than before.
Then I took a break for a semester, due to Pcomm and a class that had field trips every so often. That really hurt me because I missed paddling so much. If I was not hungover (which was once), not at a Pledge-related event (like PCSP, PCR, etc), or on a field trip (Valentine's day Field trip, lol), I was at practice. I nearly gave my left kidney just to go, yet I still felt I wasn't doing enough or that I was good enough. Even though I went to as many practices as I could, in retrospect, I think I should have been less lazy and went to land practices but I digress.
After that hiatus, I told Phil, I was never going to miss a practice. At least, not while I could help it. And I did not miss a single one. That whole summer, I went to every practice, and as a result, I grew with the team. Healthier, more fit, happier, etc. And while a lot of my friends from APO and not involved in either organization were there to help me through a bump in my emotional state of being, dragon boat, specifically Cal Dragon boat kept me sane. The weekend in Long Beach was one of the worst emotional wreck like states I've been in in a while, yet being with my team helped me survive. I grew emotionally strong with the team, I got injured with the team (eff you, hamstrings and weak knees), and I got fat with them (lol Pho Garden). Then, came TI and College Race, and we plucked victories from the low branches of the tree of dragon boat win; the coveted first place victory tantalizingly sitting at the top of the tree.
It was at the College Race that I ran into my old teammates again, from SFL. They asked me if I was going to come back. I told them I was taking a break for a year or so, so that my body could recover from dragon boating for so long. In reality, I don't know. When I was posed with that question, I did not have a straightaway answer. I felt like Ed, who said he did not intend to paddle after college. I suddenly had no urge to paddle again after college, because this team, this was the core group of people that I grew up with in so many ways. Wherever my team went, I wanted to go. I'm sort of scared for the future now because I don't know what to do after college. I feel like my heart, my body, and my soul lives in Cal DB, and bringing it anywhere else is somehow sacriligous to me. Labelling the Facebook albums "The Dream Team" is not a misnomer at all. While a few of them in the past have been strange in relation to the races (actually, a lot of them are), I don't think thins one is at all. This group is my dream team. When one person cries, leaves, graduates, etc., we have felt it, and we will always feel it.
Seeing Cal 1 walk off the docks that race day, I started crying. I was close to crying after Cal 2's final. I felt the tears go after Cal 1's final. Most of it was because of everybody else crying and I'm a crybaby so I will shed tears at the sight of other people doing so; but part of it was because I felt every single stroke. Their faces wrought with pain, muscles sore, beginning to tense, butts rubbed raw, I could feel all of that. It felt like the earth and sky was moving with the water. They wanted it, and they gave it their all.
I've never been so in love in my life.
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