My posture is stooped and my legs just don’t work without a pulsating ache singing through my limbs. My stomach muscles are beaten and my arms feel as if a weight hangs from each wrist.
I am broken…
But yet, I am smiling…
It is a weird sensation of happiness that is found co habiting with pain, but yet today, I have it all going on.
It was with trepidation that I approached the Flowrider this morning, urged on by a husband and three small children. The Flowrider, a man made water ride that allows you to surf the waves without touching a beach, was calling to me, but rather than singing a song of temptation it was urging me to turn back, to leave, it was warning me that I was in no shape to try and ride it.
However, I have never taken the advice of talking water rides and I wasn’t about to start today.
My biggest fear was the wetsuit, the obligatory costume for the show. Not known for my smallness, or flat chestedness, I woke up in the night sweating, remembering the time I was stuck in a wetsuit, and I am not afraid to share that I wailed a little with nerves.
Today, though, today luck was on my side.
A women of similar physique to myself was also riding and we bonded hastily as we sucked, yanked and pulled ourselves into our foam friends. After much crotch grabbing (my own not hers) and stretching and bending the bastard thing went on and I was ready to surf.
A glance in the mirror confirmed I looked like Mr Blobby in black, but it was too late to retreat, plus I didn’t have the energy to try and free myself from the neoprene.
Then we began…
It would appear I am a natural surf dude. Born to ride the waves, a mermaid with legs.
If you don’t believe me – then check it out….
As I said, I ache, but am happy – flowriding is simply awesome!
We experienced Flowriding as part of our review trip to Retallack Resort in Cornwall. It costs £20 – £30* to jump on a board and surf for an hour – and is possibly the best fun you will ever have in foam. Check out details on their site.
*Prices right at time of writing.