I can't explain it, but for a few months now, I have been wanting to try paddle boarding. Particularly, stand-up paddle boarding. Like this girl:
|I don't think I'll look like this girl on the paddle board, but I hope to be able to stand up.|
I'd been thinking that we should go to the beach somewhere to try it. But I work Mondays and Fridays starting next week and I get very little time off, which I need to save in case I'm actually sick. So we do not have time to drive to an ocean, 8-9 hours from here, learn to paddle board and drive back on a Saturday and Sunday.
But Labor Day is approaching. I know that Earl works, but Grace is starting a new job, so she can take a few days off in between.
I mentioned it to her, and, although she feels bad about leaving her old job early, I convinced her to come along.
I asked my cousin who lives in Charleston whether she would be home that weekend. No luck.
Instead, I booked a hotel in North Carolina for three nights, and I've already made my reservations for the stand-up paddle board lesson on Sunday morning.
It's so impetuous of me. I thought about it. I made the reservation without torturing myself.
I'm thrilled, and a little scared.
Now to find out what kind of exercise I should be doing to get ready for paddle boarding. I suspect I'll need to do more planks!