This is so not me. R pulled me about as slowly as he could while the sound of my knees knocking together echoed across the lake. I did it, though! I pulled my big bum out of the water and skied for about five minutes until some tsunami-type waves scared the begeezus out of me and I let go of the rope. Woo hoo!
Knitting and Skiing, two goals down. Now I'm off to learn guitar plucking and snow shoeing.