When I need to focus a little more on my paddling technique, an automatic warning is sent directly to my brain through the fastest method possible: pain. My knuckles rap against the sides of my kayak. I pay more attention. It's a simple system that continually makes me a better paddler. Luckily, it doesn't happen very often anymore, only when I'm extra tired or extra lazy. In the beginning though, when I first started paddling, it happened almost daily. Back then, I wore those bloody knuckles like a badge of honor. Now, I curse myself and may laziness for hours––"I can't believe I'm still doing that stupid thing," I say as I shake out the pain in my hand. We all need a wake-up call now and then.
Sleeping in is a waste of daylight. Do what you love––go fishing.
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