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Feeling the fire with the Baltimore Dragon Boat Club

Feeling the fire with the Baltimore Dragon Boat Club

I will forever associate the word “Hit!” with a splash of tepid bay water, the smell of the Domino Sugars factory and a strong, tearing pain in my obliques.

In front of me, an octogenarian dipped her paddle into the water with the ease of an Olympian. Behind me, a woman stood yelling, “Give me 50 percent! Now 70! Look forward.”

By the time I was supposed to be rowing at 80 percent, every ounce of my body strength was exhausted, and it seems unlikely to return until late this year.

If you’ve seen the brightly colored paddle boats with plastic dragon necks afloat in the Inner Harbor, I assure you that this was not the type of dragon boat racing I...

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