Thinking about ✨the rower✨ and I'm never going to know peace again 😔
Asdfghjkl Rachel! I might have cackled a little when I read this 🤭
I was thinking about him today, in particular when he's competing. He's mostly composed before the start, though there's definitely some pre-race energy thrumming through him that makes him a little antsy. He's flexing his hands around the oar handles and running through the race plan over and over in his head until the umpire calls 'attention' and everyone sits ready for the race to start. His heart is already pounding in his chest as he sits ready to take the first stroke, but there's a twisted sort of calm in the silence that stretches between the two calls that allows him to zero into that moment and be ready for what he's about to do.
From the very first stroke Din's got tunnel vision: he's focused solely on the stern of the boat in front of him, half aware of the clattering of blades around him and only really listening for the the calls by Fennec from the bow. His muscles flex with every stroke, and as the pain starts to set in, ragged breaths escape through gritted teeth. It seems like an eternity before his crew crosses the finish line, winning another race, and he slumps forward, chest heaving.
I've said this before, but he always makes a beeline to wherever you are on the bank after he's back on land. There's still adrenaline coursing through his veins and droplets of water clinging to his skin and windswept hair, either from the spray of the oars dropping into the water, or from celebrations involving slapping the water, when he pulls you in for a passionate kiss (a 'victory kiss' as he calls them), though both of you smiling into the kiss might detract from that a little.
(You get a picture of Din smiling with the medal around his neck and Grogu in his arms, but alas, Grogu was preoccupied with something out of frame to smile at the camera)