I am a late bloomer. Not only did I marry a die-hard surfer at a more mature age, I also decided to join him in his new adventure of Stand Up Paddle surfing.
It began a few years ago ago with the purchase of a Whopper: the name of the first Stand Up Paddle board he bought me. My husband, Gary, ecstatic with my new interest in the sport, surprised me. He hid it in the bedroom in the small cottage where we live. It was wide, heavy and it took up the whole room. I was kind of scared.