An Extreme athlete? No.

In the beginning, there was surfing. Hundreds of years later, some rebellious Los Angelites decided to apply those same techniques to blacktop and skateboarding as we know it today was born.

At some point in the regrettable 1980s, a tiny subsection of skiers decided that skiing itself was not extreme enough, and snowboarding was born. There were a few stabs at sky surfing and sand surfing, but those never progressed beyond sand in your underwear and fatal accidents while filming Mountain Dew commercials, respectively.

However, one afternoon, no doubt after an insanely awesome day of carving and ollying on the slopes or in a drained swimming pool, an extreme athlete had an idea. "What if, we, you know, take this whole thing full circle, dude?" he asked his fellow pioneer of the future of sport. ['man' or 'amigo' may have been uttered during the preceeding sentence.] When his fellow pioneer asked him for clarification, he explained. "Let's take boarding back to the water. But instead of relying on Mother Nature's gifts of waves, gravity, or our own foot strength, we can harness the power of Daddy's powerboat!"

"Radical!" responded his amigo, and wakeboarding was born.

Saturday, Leina partook in said wakeboarding on a boat which may or may not have been owned by the father of the pilot. It is a lot harder than it looks on TV, especially when she had never waterskied before, either. Charles took her to Lake Berryessa, Leina had to get up at 5:30 to get to Foster City where they drove to San Mateo and met up in Castro Valley, where they drove to Napa in a caravan at 9:30.

Leina mostly sat on the boat and drank lemonades and felt the breeze on her face. It's hard to talk over the engine when you are towing an extreme athlete behind you. Wakeboarding is a lifestyle. But it is not a lifestyle Leina will be living.