After a few years in the company, I have an astonishing amount of vacation days so HR started to give me hints about the usefulness of rest. “Why Not?” was my thought and I decided to try something new in my life. After a short consideration, I booked two weeks in “Baleal Surf Camp”. I tried surfing twice before and my achievements in this sport can be classified as “I suck”. However, I had an idea what to expect.
After a couple days it became obvious that my expectations do not match reality: one thing is to flounder in white water for an hour with an instructor and another thing is purposefully practice certain activities twice a day, day by day in any swell. I started eating times more at the day two, my shoulders started to pain at the day three, my arms ached at the day four. At the day eight I didn’t feel anything at all, only storms when I went to bed. By the way, this feeling didn’t leave me for a few days after return. Long story short, surfing is a real sport, which is not easy at all. Enormous fun and a lot of new friends is just a bonus.
After two weeks of two training sessions a day I learned how to catch waves and control my board. It’s only practicing from now on… (and, of course, more paddling).