On Saturday, Marci's family shared another day at Lake Anna with me! Luke and I finally raced... starting off the dock, swimming to a near by boat launch ramp, running up the pavement hill to the top of the street, and returning the same way.
He did awesome, learning how to swim with his eyes closed due to two factors: no goggles and dirty open water.
It was great practice for our upcoming triathlon that we'll race as a team. We then practiced out synchronized rowing technique on the surf board, with plans to practice in an actual canoe soon.
A full tube of numbing fluid and 11 stitches later...
We had a good time.
No concussion, no loss of consciousness, no broken bones... that's the way to go down! In short, it was a Well-done Wakeboard Accident! Marci was an excellent advocate... the doctor was numerically entertained with 2 math teachers in her hands.
To escalate the excitement, Marci and I hadn't been back at the house for more than 20 minutes before Frank, Marci's husband, was stung by a bee while taking a drink... his lip swelled up after he pulled out a nice big stinger, so we nicknamed him "Puff" for the evening.
Stitch and Puff.
Luke wakeboarding.
To escalate the excitement, Marci and I hadn't been back at the house for more than 20 minutes before Frank, Marci's husband, was stung by a bee while taking a drink... his lip swelled up after he pulled out a nice big stinger, so we nicknamed him "Puff" for the evening.

