my young son says,
it is easy. Hold your feet like this, hold your rope like this and go!
He is right. His form looks good and he is instructing me mildly not because he knows how to wakeboard but because he has watched me face-plant dozens of times.
I can do the small pond ok, but I have a developing fear of the big cable.
The process goes like this:
Strap into your boots
Sit on bench
Watch as a cable hitch traveling at 20 miles an hour zipping toward the rope you have in your hands
The advice is good:
Flex on 3
Watch the rope not your legs
Pretend you are jumping off a bar stool (going 20 miles per hour)
Keep your legs slightly bent, also flexed
Arms and handle at your hip
Hold on tight.
I have gotten off the dock a half a dozen times or so.
When I do if is wonderful–scary, not in my control. Wonderful.
But my fear of the launch process is getting to me. I have to do it enough that I am as comfortable hurtling forward at 20 miles per hour as I am brushing my teeth or riding a bike.
The process requires humility and commitment. And the consistent intellectual decision not to quit. I have to fear failure more than getting pulled across water at 20 miles an hour.
Forgive me if it all reminds me of Jesus.