Oh, the Places You'll Row

If the term “ironic” doesn’t describe my life, than I don’t know what does. I had my first session of physical therapy today and the difference from my initial visit with the doctor and the visit I just had with my physical therapist still has me completely stunned. This may not make sense, or I may seem crazy for putting such weight on the difference in my appointments—but just let me explain.

The visit I experienced with my doctor went like this: he evaluated me, then diagnosed me. The prescription required three Advil, three times a day for at least three days; the brace for at least six weeks and physical therapy, two to three times a week for eight weeks. Mot importantly, I was advised absolutely no rowing. My arm hurt so badly that I was in tears, so hearing all of this made sense. Alright, fine.

Exactly three weeks later, I had my first appointment with the physical therapist. Granted, I have been wearing the wrist brace since seeing the doctor, but lately I have been taking it off anyway because it was just plain annoying. I went through about the same procedure with the physical therapist as with the doctor: I went in, he evaluated me and then diagnosed me. His verdict: it is a nerve issue, specifically my median and radial nerves; I need to see him once a week for three weeks.

Still confused as to why I am beyond belief at this vast gap in diagnoses? Had I gone to physical therapy sooner (I did not because A. I was generally discouraged so I did not leap to make the appointments and B. I had class when my therapist had free times) I probably could have rowed this season. And while coxing gets better each and every day, I miss rowing more each and every day as well. Grateful for the time at the front of the boat that has taught me so much already, I just want an oar in my hand.

Reflecting on everything that has happened this season, to say it was eventful would be an understatement. But I have experienced so many things—more than any of the other girls could have. As a freshman rower that has been here since the beginning of the year (there are only three of us), I have gone from a nothing, to an integral part of the team; from rower to cox’in; and from injured to healed. Along the way, I have learned things I never expected to learn, earned the respect of all on the team and challenged myself in ways that rowing—as well as life—does not usually challenge one.

Let’s just say that upon first attending practice, the experiences that came from my year in rowing just could not have passed through my mind. Although it scares me, I’m truly interested to see what next year has to hold for me.