by Mojo Jojo » Mon Nov 14, 2005 3:51 am
I gotta admit, I became interested in surfing from TV. I was transfixed with how gracefully surfers glided across the water, and the music that accompanied the clips. It seemed so elusive to me. I've always lived "inland" from the beach so I cherished every moment I had a a chance to go. I admired surfers and envied their comfort with the ocean. They seemed so cool compared to the pale families covered in sunblock hiding under umbrellas in the sand.
When I had the opportunity to try surfing, I became instantly aware of how difficult it was. I thought all you needed was a board and viola, you're surfing. I got hammered, near drowned, pile driven into the sand, thrown through the laundry, stung by jellyfish, attacked by evil seaweed, and ended each session nearly puking up seawater. Being so far from the beach didn't give me the opportunity to surf much and each time I tried, it was the same.
My daughter finally took up surfing. I enrolled her in a class, for safety reason, and especially cause I didn't want her to repeat what I'd went through. She loved it and soon I was buying her wetsuits, and a board. She was only surfing the wash, but it looked so fun. I decided to give it another try and would take my time to learn the basics. No need to rush. It's been a blast learning. I now live in a place near the beach and get out several times a week. My skin tanned, my muscles toned, my stress level reduced. My eyes opened up to a much larger world than those playing volleyball on the beach. I've seen my reflection off the skin of a dolphin. I've shooed away curious seals. I've bobbed on swells to the rhythm of nature and when I've earned it, was given the most thrilling ride mother nature can provide.