Ouch

So, the other day, my friend invited me to go paddling with her. I was a bit uncertain, but seeing as I like spending time with her and I'd paddled in rivers before, I told her I'd go. So she fetched me from my house and off we were to Ushaka beach to get all sportchick-y. We arrived in a short while, and I hopped out the car wearing my new RayBans, feeling incredibly cool and confident. Then we went down to the paddle storage area, sorted out the paddle, and made our way to the big, blue ocean. (Still feeling confident at this point.) Megs was first to give the paddle a go. However, she happens to be quite a machine, and made launching through massive waves look easyish. Not too stressed, I decided I'd relax. I decided to catch a bit of a tan, and fell asleep. I woke up to my dear friend emptying the her water on my face. "Right, my turn," I thought. "Can't be too hard..."
I have never been so wrong in my life.
The wind had picked up, and was positively howling. Now, I am definitely a runner, so swimming isn't my strong point as it is. Throw in a massive paddle, violent waves and dangerously placed rocks, and what you get is a big owie. I attempted to get through the waves a total of eleven times. I failed to get through the waves a total of eleven times.
I walked away from that experience with sunburn, slightly sprained hand, bleeding foot, bashed-up shins and an extremely bruised ego.
I stick to cheerleading now.