My oldest son, Gilder, starting rowing in eighth grade. He was a big guy, gawky, not super well-coordinated. He had played soccer since age five, and had developed an affinity for hopping away from the ball whenever it headed his way. Rowing was a great choice for him, as his height was a plus and lack of eye/foot coordination would not prove an impediment. Yes, he would have to attend every practice, commit himself to his team, but he seemed up for doing that.