#DrowningInTheSurf

So today James suggested we could go surfing as the weather was rubbish and the waves weren't too big!

I learnt two things.
1. I now have thunder thighs and can't fit into a medium sized wetsuit.
2. I'm really terrible at surfing!
It all started well. We were on the beach. I was practising my standing on the board! It's easy on the sand, how much harder could it be on water?

Well the answer should have been, if Jesus could stand on water, I probably couldn't because it's a bloody miracle that anyone can stand up on the stupid things!
I did however manage to get on my knees. The most fun was when I lay on the wave and it pushed me all the way into land like a body board! James said it defies the point of surfing and that I should probably try standing instead. As the crowds grew to watch me try and fail, I started to lose confidence. (Ok, it was two teenage boys and they might have just been sitting there but teenagers are evil!)
The waves grew larger as did my fear of death! Great, colossal waves crashed over our heads as the surf board bobbed dangerously near my face. Apparently the waves were "small" but I call BS because I could have died!

Again, James called me dramatic but when we got out the sea, on the beach, a sign indicated that we were surfing on DANGEROUS CURRENT! They should probably face the sign towards the sea.
Apparently sea sports aren't my thing! But I still have two lessons to cash in on in Manly! I will choose two days where the waves are tiny and possibly suggest I go in the children's group!