This past Sunday, Dan and I got the offer to spend the afternoon out on our friend's new boat. Obviously we'd be crazy to pass that up, so we packed up some drinks and snacks, grabbed out swimsuits and headed out for a day on the river. We've always talked about wanting a boat, but with our life being so busy all the time, oh and the fact that we're building a new house, we'll just have to soak up any time our friends will let us join them. (for at least a few years)
I try hard to hide my competitiveness as much as I can. I know that I can be a bit bratty when I get upset about losing or frustrated at myself if not instantly good at something, but sometimes it just comes out. Sunday was unfortunately one of those days. . .
We got on the boat around 10am and enjoyed some time just anchored a little ways from the dock for a while, soaking up some sun, chatting with our friends and listening to music. After a little while, the boys decided they wanted to do some wake surfing. Our friend went first to show us all how it's done, and honestly made it look pretty freaking easy. Next it was Dan's turn. And on his first try, he looked like this . . .
I was impressed!
After a bit more lounging, a dip in the river, and picking up 4 more of their friends on the boat, they asked if I wanted to try. In my head, I kept telling myself not to . . . but I knew I'd be really upset if I didn't even try. Let's just say, it was way harder than they made it look. I've never tried any water sports before, except tubing, and I've never gone snowboarding so I struggled. I got up my first time and instantly fell back in the water. After four more attempts, a bruised ego, and a tired body I got up on my last try. And then a few seconds later proceeded to fall again. I was bummed, frustrated, and embarrassed. But at least I tried.
I got back in the boat after wiping out pretty hard and all I could think about was watching Dan easily get up on his first try. I'm a perfectionist in everything I do, even things I've never tried before. I hate loosing and I hate not being good at something. But I need to keep reminding myself that I can't be good at everything. So if anyone has a boat and wants to help me learn how to wake surf or any other water sport, let me know . . . I'll bring the drinks, and I'll do my best not to pout too much! For now I'm off to pop some more Tylenol and try to stretch these sore muscles of mine!