I’m back on the grid after four days of rehearsing for retirement on the beaches of Cali. At 45, I’m starting to realize body boarding is a spectator sport. Those waves look so peaceful, but they threw me around like a rag doll. More Advil, please.
True story: on day one, a lifeguard came down and warned me against trying to ride the breaker waves. Something about risk of a broken neck or back. Wonder how he knew I had no clue what I was doing. Maybe it was the wrist leash I had strapped to my ankle. Lol!
Full disclosure: I am not in this picture. If I were, you would see a board in the air and my arms and legs protruding from the whitewater. 🙂