Another thought: in fall, the desert rivers I ran could get strong upstream winds. So my boat could be blown upstream against the current, unless I rowed hard.
I found that setting a rhythm between my breath and my stroke, and keeping it steady despite changes in the wind, really helped. Instead of being pissed off and frustrated, I'd enter that flow state, where the river, the wind, and my effort all seemed like one fabric.
When I was acting upset, it would make my dog nervous and she'd fidget and be unable to find a comfortable position. When I got into that flow state, she would cuddle up and snooze, waking up for the rapids.
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