I dropped them off at my mums house and headed to the beach with my instructor. My dad is an amazing man for his age. Almost... ahem... 60 (ssshhhh), he is a very very fit man. He has been windsurfing since I can remember and kitesurfing for close to a decade. He, of course, was my first call when I thought about wanting to learn an extreme sport.
Now, I am not saying I am going to be a professional. Heck, I am not even sure I will end up Kite Surfing for long, however, I wanted to try it. Check it off a list. Isn't that really what it is all about?
As we sat in my dad's office, he gave me the first lesson. A theory lesson. It is a dangerous sport. There are things you have to learn. Wind windows, how the kite works, how to be safe.
Then we got in the car and headed to the beach. Well... the park first. First lesson... how to rig up the kite.
After getting the hang of it with the short lines, I graduated to the longer lines. This meant we had to head down to the beach, so as to miss
After an hour and a half, we decided to call it a day. The wind was dying and I am sure my mum was retreating with the Five Little Reasons.
When we arrived back to their house, I sat and showed the Five Little Reasons the photos. They were in awe that their Mama was learning to Kitesurf! Well... kite fly.
While the babies slept soundly, I enjoyed some time with the big two reasons.
|Look closely at Lucy in the background!|
The Five Little Reasons crashed on the way home and the sunshine has wiped me out.
I feel good about stepping out of my comfort zone today. It wasn't as hard as I thought.
Look out 2012. I can do anything.