Whitewater trip!
Yesterday we went whitewater rafting with some coworkers. It was my first time and I was psyched but also pretty freaked out. I've never been comfortable with water. Yeah I know, I took swimming lessons as a kid, but I cried my way through them. (All I really remember was the first day, having to jump towards the instructor who was like 2 feet away in 3 ft deep water...and the instructor was wearing pretty tight speedos....so I don't know what freaked me out more, the water, or the speedos...) And...I always felt in the back of my mind that my ultimate doom would involve water somehow. Or a car. Or some sort of hungry wild animal.
One of my coworkers was telling me the day before that if you fall into the water, you're supposed to stay there and DON'T TRY TO STAND UP. I was thinking, that would be my first instinct I'm sure, I'd get my head out of the water and try to stand up or tread water. It was more clear why when the whitewater dude was telling us when we were standing around in our stinky PFDs (personal floatation devices) and dorky looking helmets.
"If you put your legs down and try to stand up, you might get them caught in a fallen tree trunk or something and the water will probably pull you down and we'll have to take like all day to cut you loose and the entire trip for everyone will be cut short. Just remember, if you fall in, LIFT YOUR LEGS! Then look around for help."
I was trying to imagine what I would do if I fell in. How would I remember to lift my legs?
Halfway through the trip, we were "surfing" in a hole, the water pulling our raft down lower and lower and filling it up completely with water. The next thing I knew, I was in the water! The rapids were definitely pulling on my legs and on the oar that I was gripping really tightly (I guess I should have been holding onto the raft instead). That's when I remembered, oh duh! Lift my legs! So I lifted them up and soon enough, I was pulled back onto the raft. Whew!
The rest of the trip zoomed by. But it was definitely worth it.
