Yesterday was just one of those freak things. I was attempting to barefoot water ski on one foot and tripped. I took a nice little tumble on the water and rolled to a stop. "Wow, that was a heck of a fall," I said to myself. I rubbed my head and shrugged it off.
As I waited for the boat to pick me up, I looked around. I couldn't quite remember where I was. I knew I was in Florida. Somewhere in Florida. I knew that the two-time World Barefoot Champion, Keith St. Onge, was driving the boat. What happened next, I have no memory of. Apparently I took another run on one foot. Then Keith handed me a ski shoe for the other foot and told me to practice just lifting one foot up and putting it down.
Instead, I tucked my left foot into the handle strap, let go with both hands in the air and rode on one foot. I had done the trick just a few times before, but yesterday's run was supposedly very clean on the water and with incredible ease.
I don't remember any of it.
I finally "came to" a little while later, sitting in the boat, with a bottle of water in my hand. Keith had figured out that I had a mild concussion and the other skiers were keeping me awake.
What a weird experience to lose a little slice of life for a while!
