I guess I had a feeling a few months ago while sliding in the mud of the Serengeti. Back then I thought surfing could be a fun sport to try. And it is fun, much more than I could have imagined. Hard, but fun.
Noosa, on the Queensland Sunshine Coast, seemed to be a good spot to try it. The place lives to its name: warm waters, good surf, sunny beaches, lots of good places to eat and drink… Plus we stayed there for a few days so I had enough time to pick up my courage and stop finding reasons not to do it.
I picked a beginners 2 hours class with Learn to Surf which were conveniently located on the main beach but away from the swimming areas, thus giving the apprentices a bit more room to try their new found skills.
We had two teachers for 12 people, which was just about right. If you were into your second or third lesson, you were assigned to one of the teachers and then just let to enjoy the surf.
The beginners like me had to first go through a theory class, where they basically explain you that as long as you keep your wits about you there is no reason to fear surfing. Especially if you love water and swimming. Two checks for me since I love both.
After the theory, you learn how to surf on sand. Literally. They show you the moves and then you have to practice them while on sand. I have to tell you that they seem and feel much easier on sand than when you get in the water. Hmm, maybe because you also have to carry the weight of the board and swim while in the water? Maybe.
By the end of that stage you are hot and sweaty and giddy to try your new moves on the board. Fear not, the rest of the time will be spent on the water and if you are not in better shape than I, you will want to be done and get out before the two hours have passed.
But we are not there yet. So, you get in the water and you start to get the feel of the board, carrying it with you in the water, learning how to find the waves and decide which one is going to be a good one to ride, how to not get under the wave or how to get out of it if it catches you.
You learn how to avoid other surfers and how to untangle yourself from the cord that binds the board to your feet. All working up to the moment everybody is looking for, standing on the board on the crest of a wave. No matter if that wave is big or not, or that your victory will only last a few seconds and then you will fall in the waist deep water.
You can now say you surfed! And then paddle you board back out and start looking for the next wave.
I would have probably gone the next day for another lesson if not for my muscles refusing to move in the morning. I could barely even brush my teeth hehe. Now I am doing push-ups every morning, waiting for the next occasion to try my surf muscles