On rafting and priorities

So just yesterday, the husband and I, along with a couple of friends went white water rafting. If I had any idea what I was getting into, I would've fought to get out of the whole thing. (And the husband wisely did not mention that he had signed us up for Level three rafting, either). Anyone who knows me has never accused me of being the least bit adventurous. And water has always scared me a little. But being busy at work made it impossible to google and see what was actually in store for me. So ignorant little me, put a brave foot forward and went rafting, thinking how hard can it be really? And off we went, just four of us in a raft, on our own, on a 4 hour expedition down Leighton river in Pocono, PA. If you are afraid of water, at the end of such an expedition you'll feel that nothing can really frighten you anymore. It was an absolute blast! And took four hours of concerted effort to hang on to dear life and raft.

There was this one time when I fell off the raft and for what seemed an eternity was under water. Anyone who's gone under water and thrashed around knows how long that can feel. I distinctly remember thinking that there is no way I will be found and rescued, and damn it would be embarrassing if I were the first person to die rafting! But quickly I was found and pulled back into the boat. As I sat trying to catch my breath and make sense of what had just happened, everyone was anxiously peering at me to see if I was OK. And without missing a beat, I gasped 'Hand me my sunscreen'. C looked relieved but very amused. Seriously, has no one read the instructions that say reapply if you get wet? Well mine wasn't water proof, guys (a big omission!). A girl's gotta take her sunscreen seriously!