God save me rejection from my reflection

Surf lesson yesterday was awesome. I can say awesome now that I'm a day removed from it. At the time I was ready to cry and I was frustrated and I didn't even get a chance to stand up on the board, and just wanted to go home and shower and vomit up all the sea water I swallowed, but now I can say I'd do it again. I ache in my muscles from my wrists up to my shoulders and pecs, and then in my upper abs (the underboob bits). Also, my ass. My knees hurt superficially from falling on them a million times, and they look all scuffed up like I'm a little rapscallion from Lil Rascals or somesuch.

I think I didn't do very well because I have very little upperbody strength. My legs are strong, and I subway surf enough to believe I could keep my balance on a wave, but the whole GETTING TO standing up bit seems to be all arms, and those don't work very well. Maybe I'll do pushups until the next time I get a lesson.

Kirk stayed on the beach and read, and he was a bit aways from the class. But he said he could see me when I stood up out of the water, because I was the one in the wetsuit with the palest legs. AWESOME.