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i had a surfing lesson today and this is the picture tayloe took. isn't it lovely?
there's nothing like a very tight neoprene wet suit to really shine the light on the last of the baby weight.
i've been so excited about learning how to surf since we moved here and today was my day. and peter (the dude closely examining .... um, i'm not sure what he's examining exactly) was my instructor. from a distance you might think that peter was the best part of the lesson. i'll be honest - he wasn't ugly close up.
sadly, he had the personality of a clam.
anywho, i learned some moves on land and then peter and i headed out to the ocean as t1 and t2 watched from the shade of our beach umbrella. it was everything i hoped it would be. especially the wipe out. wiping out is a lot of fun and i had a lot of opportunities to try it.
peter, though, was a drill sergeant. i'd hop on the board, he'd push me into a wave, i'd try to get up, fall over and then wade my way back out to him, getting clobbered by waves along the way. the minute i got there, he'd tell me to hop back on and then he'd shove me back into another pile of whitewater.
after about an hour, i forgot my pride.
"look man, this is so fun, but i just had a baby. i'm pretty sure most of my muscles are atrophied. also, i've swallowed so much salt water my mouth feels like i've eaten a jumbo bag of potato chips only i'm not nearly as satisfied."
i managed to look alive on my way back to the beach. i smiled and said thanks and made small talk even though i wanted to drop down right there and take a nap in the sand like a desert island wash up. as soon as he was gone, i flopped down in a chair, drank a liter of water and moaned a lot.
i wondered outloud if maybe surfing is a little too ambitious a start to getting back in shape. super dad chimed in, reminding me how much fun it is, how good the water feels, how awesome it is to be outside in the sun, how blissful it is to be out there paddling around.
he's right. it beats the shit out of a gym. plus i get the added bonus of sandy beach hair.
so now we're on a mission to get stronger and healthier - the first time in our 5 year marriage we've pledged to do it together. this, i know, is a good thing.
but yowza. i'm pretty sure i'm going to have to sleep in the chair i'm sitting in right now because moving ignites burning fire inside my body. tayloe (his lesson was yesterday and he surfed after me today) is passed out on the couch nearby.
he just moved a little bit, groaned very loudly and said, "i think i died." the baby is sound asleep in his bed.
still, i'm proud of us for learning something new - something that someday our teenage son may not mind doing with us.
none of us can wait to go out and do it again. just maybe not tomorrow.