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Once upon a lake
May. 23rd, 2003 05:18 pmLast summer I went to Huntington Lake with my Sweetie and her mother. While there we rented some kayaks and went for a paddle on the lake. Not 30 feet from the dock I flip my kayak. Fighting panic (I have an almost phobia of deep water or, as I like to call them, abyss'), I dog-paddled my way back to the dock, towing the kayak behind me.
So I get back in and paddle to catch up with Zoe and her mother. I do a good job and manage to have a good time, until about half way to an island which we had decided we would eat lunch on. I could see the island right there easy to get too, but for a few problems.
The kayak was too small for my length which meant that I was having to sit up the entire time using stomach muscles that I don't really use. Agony! No frustration more keen
Plus, my back HURT. What passed for a back support was a burp of hard plastic that barely went above my pelvic girdle. Agony! Such that Princes must weep!
Now add to that how much my arms were hurting from the paddling itself. Agony! Misery! Not to know what you miss
I just wanted to stop, give up but I had no choice. I was out in the middle of a lake. I could only continue to the lake or go back to the docks. Forward or back and either way was going to hurt. Agony! That can cut like a knife!
So I went forward, sometimes growling, sometimes crying, but I went forward. And I made it. That little victory meant a lot to me. Yah I didn't really a choice, either way was going to hurt, but I choose to go forward. Just a little something to hold onto when I need it.
Just to be sure...I had a great time and I would do it again. It was like pedalling a bike up a steep hill. Hurts like hell while you do it, but when you are looking down from the top it feels great. And, if I have anything to say about it I will be getting into a kayak again this year.
The point of this? Today I got my 10% weight lost key chain, my first goal, and I am going forward. I broke the 240 barrier, now to the 230 and then the 220 till finally 200. I am going forward and I will make it.
Who knows, there might even be a century ride in my future this summer.
So I get back in and paddle to catch up with Zoe and her mother. I do a good job and manage to have a good time, until about half way to an island which we had decided we would eat lunch on. I could see the island right there easy to get too, but for a few problems.
The kayak was too small for my length which meant that I was having to sit up the entire time using stomach muscles that I don't really use. Agony! No frustration more keen
Plus, my back HURT. What passed for a back support was a burp of hard plastic that barely went above my pelvic girdle. Agony! Such that Princes must weep!
Now add to that how much my arms were hurting from the paddling itself. Agony! Misery! Not to know what you miss
I just wanted to stop, give up but I had no choice. I was out in the middle of a lake. I could only continue to the lake or go back to the docks. Forward or back and either way was going to hurt. Agony! That can cut like a knife!
So I went forward, sometimes growling, sometimes crying, but I went forward. And I made it. That little victory meant a lot to me. Yah I didn't really a choice, either way was going to hurt, but I choose to go forward. Just a little something to hold onto when I need it.
Just to be sure...I had a great time and I would do it again. It was like pedalling a bike up a steep hill. Hurts like hell while you do it, but when you are looking down from the top it feels great. And, if I have anything to say about it I will be getting into a kayak again this year.
The point of this? Today I got my 10% weight lost key chain, my first goal, and I am going forward. I broke the 240 barrier, now to the 230 and then the 220 till finally 200. I am going forward and I will make it.
Who knows, there might even be a century ride in my future this summer.
