February 22, 2011 in Uncategorized
This weekend was my third surfing lesson with Stoked School of Surf. However it would appear the ocean gods did not get that memo because the sea was rudely churning out the most volatile waves I have ever seen – making it one of the hardest lessons yet.
The sea, as I found out, is a lot harder to judge when you’re standing on the land looking at it than when you’re actually in it and you can feel how strong the currents are and the sheer power of the ocean suddenly becomes a lot clearer.
So standing on the beach before my third lesson with hubby who was there for his first lesson, we gave little thought to how it would go. Sure, the water would be toe-curling cold and the waves did look a little bigger and faster than usual, but no-one expects the ocean to always be as ‘tame’ as it had been for my previous lessons.
Hubby and I – who said surfing wasn’t a team sport?
How wrong we were.
While Michelle showed Grant the basics of the first lesson, I went out to try and catch a few waves (I almost sound like a real surfer huh?) with the other people who were there for their second and fourth lessons.
That’s where we realised just how wild and crazy the sea was that day. After 15 minutes none of us had even come close to catching a wave. I had also spent a lot more time under the water than I would have liked – with my first two attempts spectacularly thwarted by waves that seemed to grow in ferocity the closer they got and travelled in pairs.
After 15 minutes I was exhausted. And a quick glance around the group showed I was not alone.
I did however discover a new talent… the jury is still out on whether it will ever come in useful. Wait for it… wait for it… I ‘find’ hidden rockeries under water! It’s true, and I have the shredded toes and bruised feet to show for it. Granted it’s not the most awesome of talents but you never know when something like that will come in handy.
So between the churning tumble-dryer waves and the hidden rockeries which I once even dragged my feet along as I fell off the board, making it a far more painful wipe-out than usual – I didn’t get much real surfing in this weekend.
But it wasn’t all bad. Not at all actually. I still had an absolute blast and didn’t want to stop when the lesson was voer.
Also, it turns out hubby Grant is a natural at surfing, and one of the other women who was surfing nearby said she saw a school of dolphins swimming about 50m from us.
Add to that the fitness element of walking, paddling and surfing through such rough waters and it was by far one of the most extreme workouts I have had in the water!
It was also great to have Michelle there to guide us because let’s face it, the sea is unpredictable and if all the surfing lessons were on calm, well-behaved waves then when we got out there on our own and it was like that, we wouldn’t know what to do.
So big up to Michelle for being such a super coach. And for not laughing at me. Again. Much obliged!