Since grade school, I have been enamored with something. I never took part in it, but I would watch with envy from the sidelines. I wanted to be a part of it. My friend's older sister did it and oh, how I wanted to as well.
I hoped when I applied to an Ivy League school my dream would become a reality. Unfortunately my dream didn't materialize as I attended ASU in the hot desert southwest. There was no way for me to be a part of what I saw.
Then it happened, the town of my university lost its senses and built a lake in an otherwise dry river bed. I saw a glimmer of my dream when boats started to be launched on it. Babies came and other responsibilities took precendent. I watched those boats for a long while, wondering if I would ever be able to be a part of a crew team.
Then a few weeks ago, I spotted it in the pages of the city park and rec magazine - Intro to Rowing. I waffled back and forth about taking it - could my husband handle three kiddos at bedtime, was it worth the money, could I do it physically, would I have to wear a bathing suit. Finally I hit the enroll button and I waited.
Last night my dream began to become a reality. Last night was my first class. I had to pass a swim test and watch a video. Oh, was I nervous! I had butterflies fearing that I might not pass the test. Then the head of the city's Rowing program told us we only had to stay alive for 10 minutes, she didn't care about form or method - just stay alive. Well, I could do that! And I did. The video was a bit scary outlining all the ways you could be hurt, but I am not afraid. I am ready for Wednesday and my first outing in a boat with others and oars.
Oh, I am so EXCITED!