Surf practice on Lake Wingra

It's not an ocean, but Lake Wingra proved to be a nice spot to put the finishing touches on my preparation for surfing with some stand-up paddle boarding. On Monday, I was lucky enough to be joined by my friend Rebecca (who is the wife of my trainer, Jeff, and is also a fitness instructor at The Fit), who provided some great moral support and a trained eye to troubleshoot my surf pop up technique. 



First, I gave things a try as intended, standing and paddling. I climbed up to stand from my knees and got a feel for the balance of the board as I paddled around a bit.  Next, it was time to see if I could pop up on a board - albeit a big, thick one that is not a surfboard.

  

I paddled hard to get a little forward motion and then...

 

a quick (though somewhat awkward-looking in a photo) movement to...  

STANDING!

I practiced jumping up about a dozen times and managed it just fine. The "atta girls" from Rebecca were icing on the cake. And, bonus,  no dunks into the lake. I made sure I spent some time laying down and paddling and also just standing on the board as the wind pushed me around. It all felt like great prep.

Cocoa Beach,  here I come!  

Fitness Part 2: The Green Light

Yup, that's me, doing one of my favorite gym tricks: box jumping! Mastery of the box jump was one indicator that I am now fit to surf. Many, many lunges, planks, kettle bells, primates, burpees, pushups and lots of other stuff later, my trainer, Jeff, has recently pronounced me as "ready." His exact words were "You're ready. If you can't get up on that surf board it won't be because you're not strong enough." 

Hooray!

We didn't take any body or fat measurements and didn't chart weights, sets or reps, so I don't have any hard numbers to show my progress. I've done a variety of exercises, mostly using my own body weight but some with free weights or straps, that were increasingly difficult as the weeks went on. I've gone from watching Jeff demonstrate an exercise for me to do and thinking "there's no way I can do that" to knowing that I can.

I started being able to do only two push ups on my knees to now three regular push ups followed by eight on my knees. Burpees (jumping from standing to a plank)  seemed impossible and now, not a problem.  I've lost ten pounds in the past twelve weeks of training.

Of course as predicted, the work-out schedule was blown up the minute school let out and the kids were home with me. I was lucky if I got to the pool once a week, let alone twice. My walk/jog has been almost nonexistent. But twice a week scheduled with a trainer goes a long way and that's one of the huge benefits of enlisting the help of a trainer, you show up. I got out for tennis and bike rides with my family and that helped too.

There have been noticeable psychological benefits too, of course. I've been a happier camper this summer. The Title Nine shopping bag sums it up, "Sometimes sweat is the best form of therapy". Each work-out has rewarded me with the feel-good brain biochemicals dopamine, serotonin and epineprine.  I must enjoy that neurochemical cocktail because I've reached a point where I actually look forward to working out. Oh, and one more thing, I feel really good! A little stiff some days, but mostly really good.

I'm going surfing on Thursday and putting all this hard work to good fun use. Whether I can stay up for five seconds or five minutes, my quest to surf has already been a remarkable ride before I even put one foot in the water.

Now for the really hard part: what will I wear?

I admit it - I so wanted some hip surf clothes.

But, despite my best efforts, here is what I ordered - just about the most boring surf clothes you could find. The more I look at these shorts, the more I see Florida retirees on a golf course. And yes, the two pieces don't even go together that well.  But trust me, in the youthful world of surf clothes, it was the best I could do.




The average age of a female surfer must be around 15 because the fun board shorts and cool patterned rash guards are mostly in sizes 4, 6 and 8. Most of the shorts are very, very short, hip hugging, tight and teenagery.  For those of us needing double digit sizes and some coverage, it's slim pickings.




I've already struck out with size "L," (sweet and very supportive Mother's Day gifts from my family that I could barely squeeze into). I was relieved to even find these shorts and this top in XL.

It's probably for the best that this is all I could find. It's age appropriate, that's for sure.

66 miles between me and the sharks

I saw a National Geographic special issue magazine on sharks in the grocery store yesterday. It was published to coincide with their "Shark Week" on t.v. I won't be tuning in to that; watching it would most definitely not contribute to the mellow surfer attitude I'm trying to cultivate. But I couldn't resist paging through the magazine and, holy crap, sharks are terrifying.

In a recent chat with my friend Jarka, I said that to fight off a shark you punch them on the head (I think I was just winging that answer). She astutely  pointed out "What head!? They're all  mouth and rows of big, sharp teeth." The photos in the magazine certainly did confirm her observation.

I didn't have time, or the stomach, to peruse the entire magazine. But I couldn't resist the section on "Deadly Waters." I learned that there are a number of places where one could run into a big, big shark while surfing or swimming: Hawaii, South Africa, Brazil and New Zealand were all worth a special mention. But the deadliest spot is the Red Triangle which goes from San Francisco to Monterey and out to sea for about 30 miles. This is the likeliest spot on earth for a human to be attacked by a great white shark. A hundred or more great whites converge there in late summer every year for the seals, their favorite food, who migrate to the beaches and the surrounding waters.

Man, am I glad I'm not going to surf camp in the Red Triangle! I have a list of places I'd like to surf. I now have a list of places I don't want to surf.

And what about Florida? More specifically the Atlantic coast where I will be surfing? Volusia county, a 47-mile stretch on the central coast, is dubbed the Shark Attack Capital of the World (at least by National Geographic, and they capitalized those first letters, not me). It's the site of  21 percent of the world's shark attacks on humans. Sounds bad, right? Well, considering all the people who swim there (Daytona Beach is in the county) that percentage isn't all that surprising. And all the fishermen don't help - they throw a lot of bait into those waters. But the good news is that the shark attacks are generally minor bites coming from spinners and blacktips, sharks that are rarely longer than seven feet. It's hard to believe that you can put the words "seven foot shark" and "minor bite" in the same sentence but I'm sure glad they did.

I'll be surfing in Brevard county,  66 loooong miles from Volusia county.  So, no worries, right? Right??  Let's go with that.  

They make it look so easy!

Here's a link to a short and sweet video of women, aged 36-66, on a surf trip in Mexico. No giant waves, no aggressive shredding or daredevil antics, just fun surfing with friends. I smile everytime I see it. 

8 Women, 8 Days. Take 2. A Graciegirl surf video clip featuring Jeannette, Robin, Linda, Mary, Brenda, Zeuf, Nancy & Heather.

Reuniting with an old love

For about a month and half now I’ve been swimming  at the Y.  It feels like I’ve reconnected with a beloved childhood friend that I haven’t seen in ages. It’s been quite the happy reunion.

As a kid I took swimming lessons at an outdoor city pool for a few summers. My mom never learned to swim and she was determined to see that her nine children would.   I wasn’t bothered by the early mornings, the long drive to the pool or the chilly water.  I thought learning to swim was exciting and fun and I progressed quickly to become a competent swimmer and diver.  I didn’t go to pools much after lessons. I played in lakes and in our neighbor’s quarry pond; being able to swim was my ticket to endless water-based fun. I leapt off docks and rafts, I water skied and floated around on giant inner tubes. I’d swim underwater and see how long I could hold my breath. I’d dive endlessly to pick stuff up off the bottom of the lake.

Here I am, at age fourteen in 1973, after competing in my one and only swim meet (in a bikini my mom made for me, no less!).

 

Sadly, there comes a time when most of us stop hurling ourselves off docks and racing our friends to a raft.  By the time I reached college, swimming, aside from the occasional late night skinny dip, had slipped away.  When I vacation on beaches, swimming is more to cool off or to bob around with my son and daughter than actual swimming.

But now, as part of my training to surf, I’m back in the water and really enjoying myself.  It couldn’t have been simpler to just get in and go.  I love the feeling of propelling myself through the water. The rhythm of the strokes is soothing and meditative. The weightlessness and freedom of movement feels wonderful . I always get out feeling better than I did going in.

I do a variety of strokes in no particular order and take short breaks to catch my breath. I started swimming for thirty minutes and am now bumping it up by five minutes every week or so.  At my trainer Jeff’s suggestion, I climb out of the pool every time I’m in the deep end to work my upper body.   No pounding joints, no getting hot and sweaty and, unless there are classes going on (only once so far), wonderfully quiet.   It is the most pleasant and mellow way to work out that I’ve ever experienced.  

How sweet that my new infatuation with surfing has brought me back to an old love. It won’t surprise me if I continue lap swimming for the rest of my life.  It makes me wonder how many other things I’ve forgotten that I love to do. I’ve read that a person’s "core genius" is revealed by the time they are eleven. Could our true passions be revealed by then too? A trip down memory lane to recall and reconnect with the things that delighted us as a child could be a trip well worth taking! 

Body parts I need to fix

Do you remember the one day last winter where we had some actual winter weather? On that particular day I was running on the sidewalk to my daughter’s school, late as usual, to chaperone an ice skating trip. I hit a patch that was slick and iced and down I went onto my left arm. “This is gonna be a problem,” I thought.   And now, four months later, it is.

Since then my arm has bothered me but I’ve ignored it thinking it would eventually go away on its own.  A recent strength training exercise that targeted the spot caused more pain and  I couldn’t do the exercise.  Jeff did some checking and concluded that the muscle is fine but scar tissue has probably developed around the tendon. He recommends I get some deep tissue massage or ultrasound to break it up.  Strength and proper functioning of my upper arm is going to be crucial to paddling and getting up on a surfboard, I really need to work this out.  

The second problem is my right toe. With no dramatic event to know how or why, my toe and the top of my foot just started to get sore and achy. I thought it might be arthritis but then one day, in a flash of awareness, I realized that I was constantly putting living room furniture back in place by cocking my right foot up under the chair or ottoman and pulling it. Little kids rearrange furniture a lot so I was probably doing this two to three times a day every day for months. 

When I stopped moving furniture with my toes there was vast improvement but the pain has never completely gone away. And like my arm, it's been aggravated by strength training.  It hurts when I do anything that involves bending my toes (lunges, planks, push-ups).  As per Jeff’s instructions, I bought some athletic tape and taped my toe in such a way that it pulls it away from the others and straightens it out.  If it works it will be the best $3.79 I’ve ever spent at Walgreens .

Little ailments or issues that we let drag on are impediments to one thing or another –  greater comfort, contentment,  fitness – and affect our daily quality of life. Why deny ourselves feeling as close to REALLY GOOD as we can get?  It’s so much better to address a problem, however small, properly at the outset. I wish I would have!