Ouch...

I went wake-boarding today.  Woke up at the horrid, inhumane hour of 7:00 and was dragged to Lake Tapps to go wake-boarding.  The entire situation was improved by the fact that the boat had these lovely little heaters with tubes to funnel the heat directly into my towel.  My brother went out first, clearing the wake entirely multiple times and essentially setting the bar unreasonably high for a younger brother.  Being the older one, of course, I had to at least match what he could do, however, I apparently do not have the same sense of balance as he and thus did not clear the wake, or do anything impressive.  Instead, I caught an edge on the fourth of fifth jump and fell and hit the back of my head on the water.  Now one might think that it is a little bit much to complain of hitting one's head on water, but I assure you: when moving at around 20 miles an hour, water can behave much like it's distant cousin, concrete.  As such, I contracted a splitting headache and did not attempt any more jumps for the remainder of the day.  I only hope that I have not made myself afraid of jumping altogether because we are going again tomorrow (I think) and I still need to match/outdo my brother.