Pari learns that she is wimp intolerant
Monday, August 07, 2006
On a lovely Sunday morning, I pulled into MacRitchie Reservoir car park 5 minutes late. I had such wonderful sleep that I was not able to tear myself away from my lovely bed and soft pillow.
Car park was full and I was left circling the area for the next 15 minutes. However, it is lovely to know that lots of people do lead active lives and seeing several groups of people returning to their cars felt even better.
A group of young men entered a car and I waited... waited.... and waited. I pulled up beside them and asked if they were going to leave. One of them replied, "We have to rest first."
Since when resting on a bench while enjoying fresh air was not an option? It was too lovely a Sunday to have my blood boiling first thing in the morning so I continued with my search for an elusive lot. Finally, I found one and made my way to the kayak launch area.
I was paired with a newcomer who has a lovely habit of paddling for 1 minute and resting for the next 10. When he did paddle, he would sent water splashing in my face as I was directly behind him. We veered off course many times due to current and I did my best to steer by plunging my paddle into the water to create a drag. However, it was becoming a chore. I saw him resting again and suggested that we swap paddles since mine was smaller and lighter than his in hope that this could encourage him to paddle more.
Sadly, my lovely plan did not work and he complained that it was easier at the previous kayaking session. I replied that it was expected since his partner was a seasoned kayaker. It was still too lovely a Sunday to add, "you lazy moron" after that reply.
As I hear him whine about how tired he was from little sleep and see him lie back on the kayak, I could also feel my arms muscles scream in agony. We were approaching several overhanging branches so I prepared to steer our kayak away.
"Could you turn the kayak a little more to the left? The sun's in my eye."
That was when I lifted the paddle out of the water, sending the front half of the kayak and him right into the tangled mass of branches.
Lovely.... |
