Resolution #7... Step outside the comfort zone.
So when I was asked if I'd like to try waterskiing I squealed with delight and begged them to take me, (OK, that's an exaggeration but I didn't say no and feign an ankle injury which is my usual get out of jail card).
How hard can it be... the family we were staying with have six year old twins and they can do it...
A complete nightmare, after numerous attempts and having still not even made it to a crouch I admitted defeat and, in as dignified a manner as is possible when the vast amount of lake you've swallowed is determined to exit through the nostrils at an horrific speed, left the water. Once Slap's hysteria had calmed he pointed out with great gusto that if my head had spun 360 degrees I'd have looked scarily similar to that poor girl in the Exorcist!
To add to the humiliation I was then beaten by both twins at backgammon, arm wrestling and count the press ups, although a late win in the 'who has the biggest bruise' competition restored a smidgeon of pride.
Child prodigies....hugely overrated!
P.S. The bruise was an astounding 9cm long and a beautiful shade of greeny blue...who needs to waterski when you can produce skin discolouration to that sort of standard.