There are some things in life that I’m not very good at. Many, actually, but some of them are more obvious than others. Some go unnoticed for a long while, thanks to my strategy of quietly sloping away any time anyone wants to play cards or starts brandishing a microphone and talking about karaoke.
Others take the opportunity of hitting me on the head, propelling saltwater up my nose and making me suffer the indignity of wearing a wetsuit in public to hammer their point home.
I’m talking about surfing, of course, an enterprise I’ve dabbled at over the years with varying degrees of bleary-eyed ineptitude before I took my first lesson last summer in wet and windy Wales.
Watch the video. You can even hear my own husband tell me I’m rubbish.
Still, when it comes to something like surfing, it really is the taking part that counts and one way or another I’ve come to enjoy the sensation of saltwater up the nose and surfboard on the head because of the great times I’ve had with those who manage to stand on the thing.
This last week has been a weird one. Some projects I’m working on have been swimming along nicely, even (dare I go this far?) hanging ten and cruising on in to the shore.
Others, have not. Other projects have gone a step further than the saltwater up the nose thing and have thrown me headfirst into the sand while waggling a shark’s fin on the horizon. And they’ve certainly extended the list of things-that-I’m-not-very-good-at.
Hey ho. Such is life. Live and learn. Etcetera.
So when I looked at my calendar for the week and realised that surfing in Sydney was due a twirl on the blog, the timing seemed perfect.
Don’t expect complex political analysis on today’s post. Just something to make you smile. Either because you’re pleased with the end result or because ill-fitting wetsuits carry inexplicable comedy value all on their own.
But if you’re finding something tough at the moment, if it feels like nothing but a hard slog on the journey to nowhere, remember the secret to success:
Start. Keep improving. Don’t stop.
Happy surfing everyone…
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I went surfing on Bondi thanks to Destination New South Wales and Let’s Go Surfing. Let’s Go showed me a different technique to before, involving the downward dog yoga pose (arms straight, legs straight, bum in the air) to create the space to bring that first foot forwards. They also reminded me to pick a spot on the horizon and fix on it, which is easy to do on Bondi as there are so many shops, restaurants and kangaroos. Well, the first two at least.
Huge congratulations and hearty applause should also go to the other great bloggers in the video for giving it a go and swallowing their egos enough to go on film in a wetsuit. Do check them out, they are:
Caz Makepeace from Ytravelblog – Caz is one of a four person team, whose youngster member is only six months old. The Makepeace clan travel the world, speak from the heart and nearly always make to manage me laugh. Love ‘em.
Megan from BloggerAtLarge is taking New Zealand by storm, winning international awards, offering lots of practical information and (most importantly to me and clearly a sign of great business acumen) looking after me when I got sick. If that’s not worth a visit, I don’t know what is…
Gary from Everything Everywhere – a man who grew up in a landlocked area and never saw saltwater until he was 21 years old. He’s made up for it since, though, having travelled to more than 110 countries and counting…
Anyway, that’s all for today.
Abigail King is a writer and photographer who swapped a career as a doctor for a life on the road. Now published by Lonely Planet, the BBC, CNN, National Geographic Traveler & more, she feels most at home experimenting here: covering unusual journeys, thoughtful travel and luxury on www.insidethetravellab.com