I'm still sweating from my row on the Vtlava River and am feeling an incredible high. My lesson was at 4pm (or 16.00). Going into the lesson, I felt nervous, doubted whether I should be doing this. Maybe joining a rowing club isn't worth the trouble. Feelings of "I can't do this" threaten to knock me out of the game. I persevere through the negativity, meet Jan, my coach, and get in a scull. At first I am tentative and nervous. Then I feel the groove and the power behind my strokes. I am focusing on my left hand being directly over my right, my arms being straight until the last possible moment, powering with the legs, making sure my right oar is going in straight, checking my left oar that it's skimming the water properly, and then I look up and out and what do I see....a gorgeous sunny day, bridges, the Dancing House, Prague Castle, Vichorady, swans. Beauty upon beauty. And I wish I snuck a camera in my top so that I could photograph this incredible moment. I get off the river and I'm dancing above the ground. I want to cry I'm so happy. And tomorrow I can do it again if I want and Monday and on and on. The boat house is a 10-minute walk from our flat. Jan will carry the boat to the dock for me, so I can row whenever he's there. Also, there is a 65-year-old woman who is also a lightweight, so has trouble carrying her own boat. I suggested he put us together, so we can help each other with our boats. And we will. And I will row for as long as the weather holds. Life in Prague is good.