|Practicing in the barge|
|Looking skeptically at the boat|
I could not keep my oar straight to save my soul. Apparently I have bad wrists. They don't listen to what my brain is telling them to do. Well, they do, but if I begin to think of anything else (like not tipping the boat over) then they go back to their naughty ways and my oar goes all catawampus and higgledy-piggledly. At one point the coach hollered (in the nicest possible way) "5 seat, if you could keep your oar straight it would really help the boat and all the rest of us!" It was pretty humorous, if humiliating yourself in front of all your friends can be considered humorous, which I think it can.
Nevertheless humiliation and all, it was pretty fun. It is very cool being out on the water, especially with friends. I can see how it would be a lot of fun, if you got good at it and everything was working in sync and if I could keep my damn blade straight! I really don't think it was my fault, pretty sure I had a gay blade...just saying.