At the time I told Christina I would be part of her Race for the Cure walking team, I had no idea how much of a workout kayaking would be. So I didn't really realize what I was getting myself into. Here I am, up eeeaaaarrrlllyyy on a Sunday morning, muscles sore from head to toe, getting ready to hop on the Max. I hope I don't sleep through my stop... it has never happened before, but conditions are prime for it today!
Now that my hands have had the night to think over what they did yesterday, I have callouses. Exactly like the ones I had from the monkey bars in elementary school. I was proud of them back then; they showed I had really done something. Now it's just a little bizarre. Next time I go kayaking I need to wear gloves! That's what the real kayakers do, apparently, but no-one told us.
No-one told us a lot of things, actually, which is how many folks in my group came to be wearing running shoes when we had to step in water to get in and out of the boats, no-one brought water or snacks, some were way too warmly dressed, etc etc. Our guide didn't even have any band-aids, or any sort of a first aid kit at all. Although we had a great time and no-one got hurt, I think that guide company is an accident waiting to happen...
