The Fly Route
I didn't take to the water Sunday when reporting on the Paola-area cable park because I was wearing the wrong shorts.
Standing around watching dozens of people each take their turn was tough, however, and listening to some of the regulars talk about their experiences at the park made it even tougher.
For the second straight week, I wrote a story about someone who walked away from the typical job you and I hold to live the life they had always dreamed of.
For the second straight week, it was all I could do not to drop my pen and notebook and do the same thing.
Don't worry, faithful readers -- I'm not going anywhere, but am I the only one that ever wonders what if?
I really like what I do.
Sure the unique hours get old sometimes and the crunch of a deadline can be devastating, but I really, really like it.
I really, really wanted to stay at the cable park that day, too.
I'm not much of a wakeboarder -- at least not yet. I've only gotten out of the water on one once. I always opt for snow skis instead of a snowboard and my skateboard -- a Christmas present from when I was about 8 -- may well still have the plastic wrap on it.
I thought I was pretty good at water skiing until I saw a real water junkie slip his back foot from a slalom ski and hang on to the rope with his toes.
I can't do that.
I can't do any of that stuff in the extreme.
I go to the Lake of the Ozarks once a year and usually manage to squeeze some water skiing in between afternoons at Party Cove, and I always swear I'll ski more when I return home.
It never happens.
I'm just not sure I have that "bum" gene in me. Watching the experts slash their way through the course, I wondered though.
Could I handle being that Colorado River rafting guide that doubles as a snow ski instructor?
Could I stand to wake up at 5:30 a.m. every day all summer long because that's when the water's the smoothest?
Could I be that guy -- as one of the employees at KC Watersports is -- that shifts between jobs at cable parks on opposite sides of the globe, always ensuring I'm boarding in season?
I just don't think I could.
As much fun as it looked like spending the rest of the week learning to wakeboard would be, I don't think I'm cut out for it.
I probably couldn't cover a high school football game if I was still totally enamored with wakeboarding come September, and I really like covering games.
I probably couldn't watch the Denver Broncos every Sunday during the fall if I was backpacking to my new home.
I'm also pretty sure you can't get Kansas State games on the radio in Australia.
Na. I don't think I'm cut out for extreme sports.
If this sports page prints out blank one day and no one can find me, my car or my credit card, smile for me, though. Maybe I'll be on my way to proving myself wrong.