This morning I went kayaking with my dad. Yes, I was surprised also. I never thought of kayaking as my thing but it’s good exercise for your upper body and it’s a great excuse to be on the water. There is nothing better then having the wind in your face and the sun frying your skin on a humid Long Island summer day. Ahhh… Anyways, it was a great opportunity to practice the Dale Carnegie principle of “becoming genuinely interested in other people’s interests.” Not that my dad and I need to work on our relationship, but I figured I’d give it a try.
We had a great time. My dad was ecstatic that he had someone else to go with and I genuinely enjoyed being on the water with him. I will admit I was exhausted within the first twenty minutes we were out there, but I didn’t want to seem like a wimp, so I toughed it out (our secret). I figured if he could handle it two days in a row, I should be able to handle a couple hours of arm movement… and in the end I did. The trip was lovely and we successfully made it back in time to have a beer and pig out on tortilla chips. “It was after noon” as he pointed out, “so we were allowed.”
I did discover two things about myself during this trip:
1. I must always live near the water. While I am not what you’d call a water sports enthusiast, I have grown up on an island and I believe I am addicted to being ten minutes away from the ocean. There is something about smelling the salt water while rollerblading along the bay and enjoying breezy nights on the boardwalk that has me hooked. I will forever live in the prime location of a beach. I hate to admit it (and to parallel Carrie’s obsession with NY), there is no place in the summer like Long Island.
2. I am an adrenaline junky. This is not something I have not recognized about myself previously, but was emphasized on our relaxing kayaking trip. I enjoyed the quiet and the peace of the water, but there was something thrilling about ride the wakes of the boats in the kayak. The unpredictable bouncing was the most enjoyable part of the trip. As well, I couldn’t help but feel envious of the houses we passed with JetSki’s parked out back. They have their own personal adventure whenever they need to feel slightly out of control with the wind whipping around their face. In conclusion, I would like to go kayaking again with my dad, but in the future, I’ll be framing my skydiving certification before hanging up my life vest.