Learning to surf at thirty-something requires a willingness to sputter like a toddler in swimmies and a healthy dose of humiliation. It also demands mental toughness to defeat the wave’s wallopings. Now doesn’t this sound vaguely like life?
I thought I was reasonably ready for my first surf lesson. Yoga has improved my balance, and I did burpies to help prepare for changing stance from lying on the board to going vertical. Points for a good pupil, right?
But like so much in life, preparation can’t top hands-on experience.
With great anticipation, I plunged into St. Augustine’s waves. That’s when the words kill zone took on a whole new meaning. Forget getting on the board and trying to surf. First, I had to get past the barrage of breaking waves.
To read about the rest of my surfing adventure and takeaways, visit DailyPS.com.
I’d love to hear your thoughts on my story. Much like breaking waves, lies can pummel us at times. How have you fought past them, and how have others spoken truth into your life in those situations?
Lies the Kill Zone Tells You – @kjhogrefe (Click to Tweet)