Trevor Reeves, Canada

In the corner, facing the wall was a dusty weird machine that in four years at the gym I had ever only seen one person on. My wife and I had bought an indoor rower from Sears twenty years ago. It worked by using air shock pistons and a sliding seat. I hated it. I got on the machine. I pulled and slid the seat back. The heavens opened, a beam of light illuminated me and the rower and a chorus of angels sang. (or something like that). Thirty minutes later and 6865 metres later I was drenched in sweat, puffing, blowing and gasping for air. Five years later I am still drenched in sweat, puffing, blowing and gasping for air, only now it is at 7000 to 7600 metres. I bought a C2 rower two months later. I found the C2 site on the net and a supportive community of fanatics. So despite never being able to explain to the other members of the gym, or my wife and children, exactly why I am so addicted, I discovered other people who are more addicted and dedicated than me and that is comforting in some weird way.