Have you ever been so busy that the second you get any down time you just want to turn into a lazy piece of mess? That you work, work and work to the point that you feel that you are getting physically ill, and then you have a blessed moment of I have a billion other things I need to do, but it can wait nothing to do and you just collapse?
That is exactly how I was this past weekend. I feel like I have been living at The Y, and that I have sold my soul to the aquatics director this summer. Like I said earlier, my trip to the lake this weekend was very spontaneous and unexpected, but so needed. I was so worn out from working this week that I didn’t even get on a jet ski or ride the tube. I was perfectly content with riding in the boat with the wind in my hair and being behind the camera. My uncle and I even took the Chris Craft out and just rode around the lake for about an hour. We didn’t say a word, just drove the boat. It was probably one of the most relaxing things I have done, ever. I love the wind blowing through my dirty lake hair, feet propped up, eyes closed and head tilted back enjoying that small moment. It is a small act, being on the boat enjoying God’s creation, but it is one of those small acts that I feel defines who a person is.
Some peoples moments are standing in their stilettos looking in the middle of their big city and feeling the energy pulse through their veins. Other peoples moments are running trails or running period. My moment is the silence and peace I feel on the water, letting the boat take me away. I get the same feeling standing on the beach listening to the waves. There is just something about it that takes it all away. It is hard to define it. All of the stress of work, boys, anything at all just evaporates and I enjoy the fact of being alive, of being on the water and just being. I sure hope I can have some more of those peaceful, quiet moments this summer. Sometimes you just need them, like they save you, and I can say without a shadow of a doubt that I needed my moment this past weekend.
Even though it was a very relaxing weekend for me, there was of course some fun involved at Camp Garlow.
{{no tri training, just good times.}}
