Kayaking…just as little fun as I always remembered.
Kayaking, paddle/peddle boats, hiking. These things all go into that bucket of things that I remember fondly after a suitable amount of time has passed. But the next time when I try again, within minutes, I remember that I really don’t enjoy them. I think I should. I wish I would. But I just don’t. Call me lazy, call me out of shape, whatever. But I don’t like to kayak. Somehow the coordination it takes is always too much. Watching us kayak yesterday would have been a perfect lesson around how the shortest distance between two places is a straight line. Not a zig-zag line. Not going in circles. Both of those result in it taking a much longer amount of time to get between two places, many many more paddles, and infinite amounts more frustration.
Yes, yes I will admit that it is nice being on the water, and it was calm and relaxing for those few moments when we weren't frantically paddling to try to keep us from spinning in a circle. Or to get ourselves away from an oncoming boat. In those moments, it was nice. But otherwise, I prefer the view from land. Or from a boat with a motor, or at least someone or something else propelling us where we want to go. Now, the question is, how long until I forget this and go again?