Managing to break free from the first set of waves, I pushed forth into the next set of unceasing five foot waves. With legs bent upwards and arms plunging one after the other in a Michael Phelps mentality to finish the race with swift strokes, I kept my body centered in the middle of my seven foot board just like my grandpa positioned me to do so. With a split second to pause and raise my head to look over an oncoming wave, I made out the face of my grandpa, looking back at me from his own board and grinning at the look of my determined face to get out into the line-up.
Eminent to the gray-haired “townies” who create their own spindrift from whipping the tail of their boards high in the air, is a homely beach, Rockpiles. It’s not the picturesque beach that normally comes to mind …show more content…
How hard could it be to stand up on a board? Well, this first experience gave way to my development of mental persistence. It was the intense inclination to make it out to the lineup that thrust my mind into a trance, cultivating my curiosity for the prediction of what was to come. I was mindful of direction, and although my arms tired of pulling dense liquid through and through, it seemed like I had a duration of time just long enough to fathom the beauty of the sun hitting the water so as to make it seem like stars were dancing on the surface. I had time to consider the flow and direction of water and how rejuvenating the salt water felt on my skin, and to ponder the movement of water and how it firmly pushed against the board trying to send me back to shore. This seemingly continuous feeling of struggle for freedom is what drives the willpower for me to work through any hardship, because I now know that at the end is a reward so great it makes the appearances of big hurdles merely a pebble in the pathway of a
Eminent to the gray-haired “townies” who create their own spindrift from whipping the tail of their boards high in the air, is a homely beach, Rockpiles. It’s not the picturesque beach that normally comes to mind …show more content…
How hard could it be to stand up on a board? Well, this first experience gave way to my development of mental persistence. It was the intense inclination to make it out to the lineup that thrust my mind into a trance, cultivating my curiosity for the prediction of what was to come. I was mindful of direction, and although my arms tired of pulling dense liquid through and through, it seemed like I had a duration of time just long enough to fathom the beauty of the sun hitting the water so as to make it seem like stars were dancing on the surface. I had time to consider the flow and direction of water and how rejuvenating the salt water felt on my skin, and to ponder the movement of water and how it firmly pushed against the board trying to send me back to shore. This seemingly continuous feeling of struggle for freedom is what drives the willpower for me to work through any hardship, because I now know that at the end is a reward so great it makes the appearances of big hurdles merely a pebble in the pathway of a