There is so much equipment - getting everything tightened down, buckled in, wrist straps in place, the proper pieces over the head and the face, maybe something around the neck.... Then the work. It's so easy for him, he is so much stronger, and so much better at this. I have to push myself just to keep up; in fact, I know he is taking it easy on me, slowing down and choosing simpler ways for me. And there are typically aches and bruises the next day.
But I love this. I love being pushed, I love asking more of my body than I typically do. I love the feeling of flying that happens when it all comes together just right, the feeling of moving just at the edge of control. Of course, if you go a little too far, a little too fast, a little past your limits - it can be quite painful.
Actually - the whole family loves it.