Surfing Lessons
Last weekend we took surfing lessons, and... well, let's just say that the Surfing won. Hungry rocks jumped off the ocean floor and attacked Jake's foot. My surfboard decided to get a little too friendly with my knee and something mysterious stung my thumb. Despite our best sunscreen efforts, our legs fried. The water threw us left and right and all over. I was so worn out that I wanted to curl up on my surfboard and take a quick nap (which, by the way, seemed totally doable except for the little problem of floating out to the great blue yonder). We finished so exhausted that we fell asleep as soon as we got home. At 3pm.
But deep down, we're really pretty proud: maybe the Surfing won this time, but we finished off fighting, and we've got battle scars to prove it!
Unfortunately we didn't get photos because we were, well, busy. But y'all sent such positive feedback on my dolphin drawings, I drew a new picture to show you what we looked like surfing (that's our teacher, Carol, in the background, cheering us on; apparently Carol *won* 2 National Championships in surfing, and placed 2nd in the World one year, holy cow -- she claims she likes teaching newbies best, but I can't help but think she must have been very bored watching us!):
The best analogy I can think of for surfing (and I hope all our hardcore surfer blog fans will forgive me here, but it's true) is sledding. It's reeeally fun for 10 or 15 seconds, and then you turn around and grunt and push (or paddle) and wheeze until you get back to where you started so you can go again. It's really hard, but those few seconds of flying are worth it.
So, we'll be back. Watch out Surfing, here we come.
So, we'll be back. Watch out Surfing, here we come.
