Yesterday was a first time effort on my part. (I seem to have lots of those, lately.)
My parents have a summer cottage on Indian Lake in western Ohio, near our home town. Well, the seminarians had been dinging me to have a 'summer gathering,' a chance to meet up outside the rigors of the seminary for fun and relaxation, a chance to catch up over the summer months.
While the good weather played peek-a-boo through the storm clouds, we did manage to get in a few trips on the boat, including some water skiing. Rob was up first, and struggled. New Father Jason was up next, nearly made it up, but gave up. Needing an example, they conned me into going next. Wait, this wasn't part of the deal, I'm the driver!
Knowing me to be the pushover that I am, they talked me into it. I made two fairly short runs, with spectacular wipeouts to end my day.
Those two wipeouts have now severely hampered my efforts today, though! My whole body hurts!