I bought the book yesterday and starting reading it last evening. In one sense it is about the young men that went to the Olympics in Berlin and won. In another, and perhaps more important sense, it is about the pursuit of unattainable perfection that athletes and martial artists seek. I have only read the introduction and the first few pages, but it made me reflect on my study of Aikido.
Eight oar rowing is a team art, requiring a matching of flow and energy, in harmony with the boat, the water, and each member of the team. It, like aikido, can lead to those shining moments where you approach the limits of what is possible.
“It’s a great art, is rowing. It’s the finest art there is. It’s a symphony of motion. And when you’re rowing well, why it’s nearing perfection. And when you near perfection, you’re touching the Divine. It touches the you of yous. Which is your soul.”
― George Pocock