The overpowering smell of exhaust was forced into my nose as I sat behind a roaring monstrous boat in water that felt more like bath water than a lake. My feet were strapped into big tight boots attached to a smooth sleek fiberglass wakeboard.
The tendons and muscles in my wrists were pulled to their limits as I saw water rush into my face.
All of a sudden, I noticed that I was actually up and carving into the water as if I were on ice skates. Then I went to stand up and stayed up for at least five seconds. I know that doesn’t sound like a lot of time, but I was so proud of myself.
It lasted until I got too comfortable and leaned back, resulting in my being forced back into the cement-like water. As I fell, I skimmed on top of the water on my back, almost as if I were the boat that was pulling me. When I was sliding across the water, it felt as if my hands, arms, and legs were being sanded by an overpowered sander. I was quickly slowing down, coming to a screeching stop like a car on the road. Then I was pulled under the water as if a whirlpool were sucking me in. Once I was underwater, for a brief second, I felt like what a fish lived by. As I bobbed back up, I could see the red and white blur of the boat as it sped towards me.
Overall, that was the biggest adrenaline rush that has ever gone through my body.