The first few runs were easy. I followed the guide's directions by paddling when he said and getting down when it was rough. Then it got rougher. The first time I fell out of the raft I was confused and scared. My friend Mike pulled me back in and we laughed about how glad he should be that I'd lost weight. I felt sick to my stomach. The second time I fell out I landed on a rock. Ouch. My husband hauled me back in and gave me a kiss. The third time I tried to fall out Joe grabbed my legs and held on. I took a big drink but sat back up. This time I wasn't scared! I was ready to go!
So I faced one of my fears and overcoming it felt wonderful. I felt excited when we went back to the hotel and painted this. Calm waters (I tamed them) and beautiful trees without any monkeys (another fear). Don't ask me to take on them next!
Tomorrow maybe I'll tell you about going on the zip line. Did I mention I have a fear of heights?