I did it!! I FINALLY did it!! I caught my own wave and I am BESIDE myself with glee. The ride itself is a bit of a blur because I was just so slap happy when it was happening. I guess it was a good ride but the whole time I was in disbelief that I finally got in front of one – under my own paddle power – and rode it into shore. I didn’t want to admit it but I was actually beginning to wonder if I would be forever relegated to having someone push me. It’s cute right now having the BF help me out but at some point you have to take the training wheels off.
The timing worked out quite well because soon after this personal triumph, we had several days of surf that was big enough for me to catch on my own wave…and you better believe, we hit them every day. Starting on Wednesday after work, Ted picked me up at the office with the boards poking out of his rear window. Wave, after wave, after wave – we surfed our hearts out. Of course my rides were spotty, some waves I caught, many of them I didn’t, but it was great practice.
But honestly, the coolest thing about moving to this next step is that Ted is finally able to get back out on his board. Up until now, he’s been mostly pushing me, so this was a great breakthrough for our surfing together.
There’s nothing like sitting on your board, next to your partner, watching the sun dip into the water before you grab your final wave of the night.
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