by Rebecca McClanahan
There I am on the Liferower screen, the computerized woman in the tiny boat, and the little woman rowing below me is my pacer. We look exactly alike, except she does not get tired. Her strokes are even and unchanging. I aim for thirty–three pulls per minute, but if I rest even a second between strokes, I fall behind. I want to train my heart, to make it stronger.
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