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“Like any good drug, anger can mask all reality. But anger is not an easy emotion to call up on demand, which is why an enemy is so wonderful. You're tired. Didn't sleep well. You have zero energy. Then you get lucky. You pull into the boathouse parking lot and see your favorite enemy. Celebrate. Your workout is saved. One look at that chowderhead can put you into the angerzone. As you turn off your car, you can feel your whole physical being change. Respiration increases. The dull look on your face is magically transformed into the power-stare of a true rowing warriot.”

Quote by Brad Alan Lewis

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Brad Alan Lewis

Brad Alan Lewis, born in 1954, is an outstanding Olympic athlete. He has achieved remarkable success in the field of athletics, representing his country in multiple Olympic Games and winning numerous honors. more

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