Since I have a moment tonight (which is rare, I might add...) I thought I would share with you the back story on why skiing was so important to me!
For year, YEARS people, I have loved water skiing! Solemn skiing to be exact. And every year I would look forward to the Lake Powell trip to better my skills on the water. That is, until a few years back. (When I put on a chunk of weight!)
You see, I never realized how much weight effected being pulled out of the water. Before, I would literally just pop out. Like immediately, right when I said "hit it." But adding 90 pounds seems to change things a bit. (Who would have thunk it?) I sure didn't clue in. I mean I had an idea that it might be easier if I weighed less. But those years when I struggled and struggled to get up...I really didn't realize how much it was my weight. You see, my hands are not the strongest. I have some carpal tunnel issues so I figured as the years passed that my hands were just getting weaker. (Yes, I now realize I was just sugar coating things and making excuses for myself.)
Well this year, I went to Powell a significant amount smaller. Yet, I was still hesitant behind the boat. I just prayed and prayed that I would have the strength to hold on.
I was beyond words when on my very first try I was pulled right out of the water! It felt good. SO good!