Box of Cremated Remains

What does a box of cremated remains have to do with weight loss? Well, except in the most obvious and bizarre way, nothing. I mean, I guess we weigh less after cremation...

So, the downtown boat basin allows freaky New Yorkers to "rent" kayaks. It's free but I don't know what to call free rentals... Anyway, I went today. I packed my little back pack with my tennis racquet, water, pink tennis balls (for breast cancer research donation and to distinguish my balls when they fall all over the other courts), and phone (hey, I remember what happened on the last bike ride. I don't know if that kind of karma strikes twice). I went to the little kayak place, ever seeking physical activity that doesn't make me want to bite someone. Aside from the dirty old man signing people up (dirty - literally and figuratively I'm afraid), the experience was totally positive. I even managed to just suck it up and wear my bathing suit bottoms. Oh man. That was tough. Done.

So as I was waiting, and talking to other kayaking hopefuls, I asked one of the volunteers what would happen if the water splashed in my mouth. It was mostly a joke but I know what is in that river. (gagging sounds.) I asked if any kayakers ever discovered dead bodies. He acted like that was ridiculous. Then he added, rather quietlky, that a few weeks ago, someone found a box of cremated remains. My strange and funny rewards come in all forms.

I am so proud that I went by myself. I felt goofy. But I also felt like I am making progress. I listen less to the mean voices. Even when they tell me that a more fully covering bathing suit might protect me from the boxes of cremated remains in the Hudson!