This past weekend, I had an occasion to reiterate that point to my dad. Dad was coming down to DC (from NY) to visit for the weekend. I told him to bring workout clothing. My hope was that the hotel had a gym and I could have him show me what he learned in physical therapy and what he could do. Alas, the hotel didn't have a workout facility (it is a boutique hotel).
Since it was such a GORGEOUS day on Saturday, I figured that we'd make the best of the situation and go for a walk and have a little talk. As often people are when they're met with something outside his or her comfort zone, Dad was a little testy with me to honor his limits. I reassured him that I wasn't going to kill him (there goes my plans for 30 seconds of light jogging here and there!). I wasn't going to go easy on him either.
We went through some of the historic and commercial areas of Georgetown and down by the waterfront.
As dad looked out on the water, he got excited to see a
1-man rowing scull. His eyes got big and he started smiling as he described his time in college on an 8-man rowing team.
We walked down to Key Bridge Boat House (formerly Jack's Boat House), but they only rented out kayaks, canoes, and stand-up paddle boards. I pointed all the way across to the other side of Georgetown at Thompson Boat Center and told dad that I bet that's where the sculls were being launched and I was right. Not only were they launching them from there (2 colleges and a bunch of other schools), but you can rent 1 and 2-person sculls by the hour.
However, because it's not as intuitive as kayaking or canoeing, you have to be certified -- which means either taking a beginner's class or being evaluated by an instructor (for someone that hasn't sculled in a few years).
When purchasing the hat, I thanked the manager for giving my dad something to be enthusiastic about. He then asked me if I wanted an oar. Dad thought he was selling me the oar, but he was giving me the oar. Yet another memento, something to hang on the wall as a reminder of what is to come.
Later that day, we visited with my brother, sister-in-law, and my niece and Dad recounted this story only to find out that my SIL rowed in college as well. Oh, and by the way, I spent my 29th birthday kayaking, and have kayaked in the Carribean. My brother and SIL have gone kayaking a few times as well.
Dad thought he surprised us by telling his tales of rowing past, but I think the bigger surprise was that Dad found out that he wouldn't be the only one out there in the water. (ahem, bigger lesson there along the lines of "you are not alone" and that there's always someone willing to travel part of the journey with you)
|My brother and I on my 29th birthday (2010).|
I'd love to hear the kinds of activities that bring you joy.
I love swimming in the ocean, hula hooping, playing softball, bike riding, boxing, dancing badly and playing with doggies.