It's a good kind of pain...

It's been over 10 years, but I am proud to say I finally got to go waterskiing again! And, I got up my first try! And I got up on 1 ski my first try!
Now let's address the pain. Remembering it's been over 10 years, and that I never work out, and that it takes childbirth-type strength to get up on 1 ski, let's just say I've been whining like a baby all day. The pain can be compared to what I imagine it would fee like if:

• I were to have gotten beaten with a stick
• I were to have been kicked repeatedly by a horse
• I were to have tripped and tumbled down a rocky mountain
• I were to have joined the army and finished boot camp

Ok, maybe not that bad. But my muscles are so sore it feels like they're bruised...as in it hurt to put deoderant on this morning. But I did put deoderant on for the sake of those around me with noses.

But, it's the good kind of pain. The kind that you know you have because of a great accomplishement. The kind that you don't mind because it was worth it. I got teary-eyed many times out on the boat thinking of my dad - who taught me to water ski. We used to love going water skiing together. And I really miss him. But I wouldn't have shed tears out on that lake if I hadn't have had the kind of dad who took me waterskiing. And for that I am thankful. I guess that's sort of a good kind of pain too.