![]() Last week, as COVID-19 cases surged all across the country and the nation remained mired in a contentious election cycle, we in the Ohio Valley and the Midwest enjoyed unseasonable fall weather, with abundant sunshine and temperatures regularly reaching into the mid- and upper-70s. Each day I found myself setting my work aside and spending more time outdoors—walking the dog, bicycling tree-lined country lanes, kayaking on my small lake…and trying to stay upright in the rowing scull recently bequeathed to me by a friend and neighbor who had decided to rejoin civilization in Lexington. That neighbor, David Bettez, was a day away from closing on his house here on the lake. I discovered messages on my phone asking if I would be willing to store his single scull on my property until he could find someone—possibly from one of the rowing clubs in Cincinnati or Louisville—who might be interested in it. I’ve known David and his wife, Roi-Ann, for over 20 years. I knew they were avid sailors. I knew they occasionally paddled their canoe on the lake. I had no idea David owned a scull. As I read his message, I’m sure my pupils grew to the size of saucers and my heart started racing. I had always wanted to try rowing but had never had an opportunity. My cousins Martha and Becky are accomplished rowers who have regularly competed at the Head Of the Charles, the elite competition held each October on the Charles River in Boston. Once when I was visiting Martha in Seattle years ago, I went out to Lake Washington early one morning to watch rowing practice. They put me in the motorboat with the coach. It was a fascinating introduction to a grueling sport. I wanted to try it. So I asked David if he would consider selling the scull to me. Turned out that watching me wrestle with those big oars in the narrow inlet near my house was all the payment he wanted. I’m sure it was akin to attending comedy night at the local pub (back when those things were possible). The amazingly generous deal he offered included a day of instruction and several books on rowing technique and personal rowing adventures. The books will taunt me until I find a few days to immerse myself in them. The beginner’s instructional course took place November 9. To calm any jitters before my introduction to the sport, I tried to assess what useful skills I might have accrued over my many decades of outdoor activity. I was accustomed to getting in and out of somewhat narrow, somewhat tippy boats. And I used to row our old metal johnboat, before we acquired lighter weight kayaks. This past summer, lazily backstroking was about all the swimming I did, so traveling backwards across the water would not be a novel sensation. In fact, my general comfort in the water made me less fearful of being tossed in by an unruly oar, even in early November. So I hoped I could transfer some of those experiences into a successful turn in the scull. David was a gem—organized, patient, encouraging. I flailed. He talked me through it. Roi-Ann filmed. I nearly clipped the elaborate Christmas tree erected on a nearby dock. My neighbor Marc, standing on the shore watching, offered me a trolling motor. I can’t say I ever really got the hang of it. But I think I understand, for the most part, what I need to do. Mostly I know I need practice. Miles, as Martha told me. I headed out on my own the next day, but the wind was whipping a bit and I decided I’d better not wander too far out on the open lake. So I still need many, many hours under my belt. But more than anything, I relished having yet another excuse to be out on the water, far from all the daily horror that seemed to be smothering us. I relished a new physical challenge, at an age when bending over to tie a shoe or reaching for a clothes hanger can result in weeks of debilitation. I relished that I have friends who are willing to part with a piece of their own history so I can create a little history of my own. Sometimes the best tonic is taking a risk. Putting oneself in a situation where humiliation is nearly guaranteed. Opening oneself to a new joy. Life can become routine, even a little dull when opportunities for new experiences have been sorely limited by necessary precautions during a pandemic. I was fortunate to have a new challenge drop in my lap. How could I let it pass without giving it a whirl?
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Karen Yeager
11/14/2020 02:37:38 pm
Oh Sally, you’re a natural.
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Susan Bradley-Cox
11/14/2020 05:07:59 pm
Oh Sally!! What fun and you are a natural! Just think of the arm strength and core strength! WOW!! I am so happy for you...Maybe you will give me a lesson sometime? My God son (Trey Grayson) was on the Rowing Team at Harvard! I always admired those who had the opportunity!
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Robert Mcwilliams
11/14/2020 02:59:25 pm
While reading this I somehow didn’t really comprehend the size of the oars. The picture captured it clearly. Holy cow they are long. You sure are adventurous.
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Laura Lee Cundiff
11/14/2020 03:16:20 pm
That looks like wonderful fun and a great opportunity. You rock!
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Carol Gensheimer
11/14/2020 04:51:58 pm
Perfect fit! Enjoy
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Elizabeth Eklund
11/14/2020 08:39:15 pm
I loved the "willing humiliation" of beginning something new......
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HANNAH HELM
11/14/2020 11:54:48 pm
Fate works in mysterious ways. What a fun new activity. I was at a meeting related to a Parks Master plan and suggested Frankfort needs a faculty for rowing and was told something is in the works, so I'll let you know if anything materializes. Practice makes perfect, so I hope there are enough balmy days for you to get the hang of it. Enjoy!
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Sallie Showalter
11/15/2020 05:42:01 pm
Ooooh, Frankfort is the coolest Kentucky city. Keep me posted, Hannah!
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Tessa Bishop Hoggard
11/14/2020 11:59:40 pm
Wonderful fun by our fearless friend on a beautiful day! Love the photo and video!
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Bob Patrick
11/15/2020 05:33:19 pm
Great video. You definitely have the skills. Looks tricky with those overlapping oars. What a great way to be out on the water.
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Sallie Showalter
11/15/2020 05:38:45 pm
Bob, you immediately identified my biggest challenge: "those overlapping oars"! I have much to learn. You should see my knuckles!
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