Steff and nonsense

Last week I got a text from my mate Sarah asking if I'd like to go wakeboarding. I'd never even heard of wakeboarding, but I'll try anything once, so I texted back, "Yeah, I should think so."
The text came back, "Booked the boat for 2pm."
BOAT?! Uh-oh, what had I agreed to?

Turns out wakeboarding is like water skiing, in a snowboarding-is-like-skiing kind of way. I have no sense of balance, and the fitness level of a watermelon, but if you think that's going to put me off, you're very much mistaken. So yesterday, there I was being pulled along by a boat...and you'll be impressed to know that not all of the time was I faced down in the water...

At first I wasn't on the board long and it was quite hard to catch a picture of me.




...but after a fashion I manged to get up...and stay up!




By the end of the day I was doing jumps and flips and all sorts



Ok ok, that's clearly not me - I could barely stand up for heaven's sake! I decided to leave the jumping till next time, as no one likes a show off.

The only downside of my crazy day of sporting fun, is today's absolute agony. Every single one of my muscles hurt, particularly my arms (as you might expect) but also my arse. Think I might have been doing something rather wrong.