Volume is my friend and understanding lover
She has been there on my journey back from the brinks of "Lardism".
She cresses and coaxes me out each session ensuring my ego is still pumped by a high wave count.
She is forgiving and patient, allowing for amateurish mistakes as I continue ego driven quest to cross step up and down the board, even allowing for those moments when I go for a switch stance
(pretty high failure rate there atm).
We have an understanding that while her lussious curves don't allow for knee paddling, she doesn't keep point out that it has something to do with my weight, and further caresses my ego by allowing me to use my weight to burry the rail on a bottom turn.
Is she perfect? Well no! Like all women, she has "no go zones"
. I am allowed to get within reach of her nose, but beyond that she is very firm that I need to shape up a lot more an loose more kilos before my toes are allowed to move anywhere near her front and caress those edges...... sigh!
Understanding? Yes.
Patient? Yes.
Forgiving? No. Be in too much of a rush to get out the back and not time sets properly and she will remind me of the importance of patience and timing with all of her volume. On smaller days I am left upside down holding onto her as we thrash around in the white water hoping she hasn't had enough and bail me.
On larger days she reminds me of just how tenuous our relationship is when I am left with no other option but to giver her her moment of freedom and hope she comes back to me
, believe me there has been occasion when she has left. Leaving me to contemplate my stupidity and lack of patience/ timing as I chase her pack to the rocky shore.
Opps, I seem to have gone off on a tangent.
Volume definitely has its benefits, but as someone who has come from ridding a "Shark Biscuit" years ago, I miss being able to duck dive under waves.
