I hate this.

I truly, truly hate this.

My arms are burning, my back aches and I am desperately trying not to fall into this river with who knows what lurking in it.

The rest of the Reynolds clan is so far ahead I can’t even see them.

Reilly is gaining on me.

I have to beat my 10-year-old, soon-to-be nephew to avoid complete humiliation. While it’s already embarrassing I’m struggling to compete with a small child, I know I’ll never hear the end of it if I’m last in the annual Reynolds family kayak race.

It’s the first time they’ve “allowed” me to join the famous competition, despite my protests that the family tradition doesn’t need to expand.

The new rock on my finger (Shit, I should have taken it off) demands my participation.