As I emerge from my self-imposed social media-ban cocoon, I find myself struggling for something to write. My moods have been less like the calm seas currently across the street from where I sit, and more like the blustering waves experienced during the cyclone a few months ago. But… more on that another time. Perhaps.
Instead I thought I’d share a craving which has been bubbling up over recent months.
I would like to try kayaking.
Yes I know you were expecting something food-related cos… hello.. we are talking about me here; but no, I’m talking about water sports.
And you did hear me right – me who basically hates being IN the ocean. I’m yet to actually go swimming in the sea which is less than 50m from my door and still struggle for ‘force’ myself out for a walk… but somehow I have visions of myself lugging a kayak across the road, jumping on board and paddling calmly but energetically while thinking zen-like thoughts and being at one with nature. Or something.
Because I’m at home all day at the moment I see kayakers, paddle-boarders, windsurfers and those on jet skis passing by my windows. There are also outriggers and dragon boats out on weekends. (Oh, and there are cars too… but they’re on the road :-). For some reason the notion of me, alone on the ocean in a kayak appeals. I find myself fantasing about exercise that I enjoy and an activity I find mentally liberating.
But… of course I realise I should listen to my mother’s advice and not rush out and buy one until I’ve tried it and know I will like it (plus I should probably get a job / earn an income first). So bizarrely I’ve come to a bit of a standstill and am at those crossroads where this could be a ‘pipedream’ that remains forever unlived.
I googled local hire companies and am now worried… ahem… (how to say this with minimal embarrassment…) that there might be a weight limit on the kayaks and I might be too heavy. Hmph!
I’ve thought about emailing one of the local hire companies and asking about my options – which feels more anonymous and less confrontational – but am yet to psych myself up to that point. I’d also like to try it in private in case I can’t actually sit on the thing or hang over the sides.
Plus I might just really hate it. After all… quite often the thought of something can be far more appealing than the actuality. And while I have this image of myself in my mind – gracefully gliding across the calm water – the reality (sore shoulders, blistered hands, falling off and not being able to get back on!) could be very very different.
Are you a fan of water sports?
Have you tried kayaking? Or canoeing?