I’ve said it before, but in case you missed it -
I love having a boyfriend who makes me try new things. It wouldn’t be any fun if our interests were identical. Just a couple of weeks into the relationship, he made me try paintball, and the new things haven’t stopped.
This past weekend it was tubing. Maybe it doesn’t seem like the biggest adventure in the world, but considering I hadn’t put on a bathing suit in years, let alone gone near a body of water, it was a bit of an achievement.
I earned a life achievement there was well: Finally vomited from motion sickness.
But that was at the end.
Tubing itself was a lot of fun. I spent half the time wondering how idiotic I would look when I finally lost control and flew off, but I made it through the experience without losing my grip. In all fairness, I also got off the tube earlier than the boyfriend. Like a good girlfriend, I pulled out my phone, took video, and hypocritically spent the rest of the time hoping to see him fly off.
I wasn’t disappointed.
Through all of that I was fine. My stomach felt just like it does on land. Motion sickness is my allusive enemy, because I never know when it will strike me. At some point, though, as we headed toward Cedar Point, Lake Erie decided to break me. But hey, I made it all the way to Kelley’s Island, had lunch, and back to the dock before my insides decided to rebel against me.
Yeah, I left that day sick and with a defined rash from my life jacket, but new experiences are totally worth what they bring. I can’t wait to have more.