I've paddled out at Ticla, Nexpa, Agate Beach winter surf. Really big waves. Ten foot hollow fast-breaking shite with a bunch of Brazilian hotshot bodyboarders. But I suck at surfing. I could get out there, sure. I knew how to avoid the people (99.9% guys) who were actually riding waves. But as soon as I paddle for one, it's front foot flat, back knee stuck on the board. The right knee of my wetsuit is coated in wax.
I never get the bottom turn. By the time I stabilize and pull myself to my feet, I just pray there is something left for me to try and get a little carve. Every time: Knee, curse. Knee, curse. When I was going out all the time, I could pull off a passable pigdog.... because I could use my knee. Worked well for those late take-off backside drops.
My partner (later turned 1st husband) at the time I was learning this horrible habit would warn me, "You are going to hate yourself. Once that's your habit you won't be able to break it!". Problem was, I had just spent 40 minutes paddling all the way to the outside, 20 minutes resting, another half hour waiting for the "perfect wave" (read: with a soft shoulder for me to hop on), and goddamnit if I weren't going to ride that thing however I possibly could without falling off and risking getting pushed in again. I didn't listen to him, and now, almost 15 years later, I'm hating myself.
I blame the way I went about learning. I didn't know anyone else learning to surf, and no one offered me any advice. I went to the beach with surfers. They paddled out, so I did too. Years later, I'm sitting on the beach in Bali in-between my sessions (Knee, curse. Knee, curse) watching Australians teach their kids to surf, and they are NOT paddling all the way out. They are doing the same thing I see surf schools doing now, which is practicing pop-ups on the inside. Duh.
But I've been surfing for ten years, how embarrassing to play around in the white water with the newbies, right? I have my pride. Knee, curse. Knee, curse. Another wave blown.
One husband later (that's two, for those who are counting), I've got an Iowa farm boy that I want to want to surf. I already got him over the hump of beginning snowboarding, and that's a hell of a lot easier to learn, so he's got his confidence up. I take this 40 year old man (who fortunately at least knows how to swim) into the whitewater. No further than he can touch, and we practice pop-ups. I purchase my first long board, and I practice pop-ups.
When I can finally go straight to my feet on the long board (still in the whitewater), I'm nice enough to let him use it. I switch to my 7'10", on the inside. I stand next to my board, launch myself forward, and push both my feet underneath me. 95% of the time I am too far to one side or another, or I barely get both feet on the back of the board, and I fall just like all the other people out there for their first time. As soon as I think I've got it, I paddle to the outside, catch a wave and go straight to my knee again. Jesus effing christ.
Fifteen years, and I suck @ss. I'm not giving up. I am slowly improving, and some day I swear I will catch a wave, go straight to BOTH feet, and ride that wave like I know I can. And I'll probably write a post to tell you all about it.