I'll lay out what it is I'm talking about.
While recovering from surgery the main aerobic exercise that I'm allowed to do is row. So that's what I've been doing. At the same time I've been working on recovery, two new roommates moved into my townhouse.. both of them rowers (one of which now comes in the evenings. Holler!). I cut myself while rowing. In turn I write the "City of God" blog post about good vs. evil. My roommate comes home after the 2k WOD, and celebrates because she destroyed my score. She then tells me that even Jerry admitted that I just plain suck at rowing -- a very un-Jerrylike thing to say. He told her I just don't listen to cues. Then came the icing on the cake.. I ordered Chinese food the other night, of course it was Zone friendly. My fortune cookie, which was also Zone friendly, said "Everyone must row with the oars he has."

Could the universe be more clear. If I have to rely on my oars to survive.. I'm up shit creek without a paddle!
I have to fix my row form. It's pitiful. That also means that I'll have to go even slower than I already do in order to fix form, then perfect the good form and then get faster.
So that's my new challenge. If I have to row with the oars I have, then I need to figure out how to do it to the best of my ability (short legs and all).