Dubside rolling video
told me something I have confirmed as truth: Instructors hate to be tapped for the last class of a Symposium or Festival as almost none of the students show up. (!) No sh*t, really?! Ah, now I have been that student and I can say in some paddlers' cases it is the physical exhaustion from paddling several days in a row, as Dubside supposed to me. But for myself, since he gave me this nugget, I surge strong at the end, knowing I will have an instructor with less students on her/his hands. Nice.
So Sunday dawns and I am all over this boat control class I have scheduled: Boat Body Blade with Chris Raab. It does not matter that I am firing on yet another bad night's sleep, or that my allergies are killing me. No no, I am gonna kill this. I *need* this class, I am a sloppy paddler whose arms are flapping, elbows akimbo, I know I look like a noob.
I want elegance, like a yoga pose, gentle flowing beauty. I deeply desire boat dancing, even if it takes me another ten years. This is my *thing*.
I have forgotten this young man's name. He was in at least two of my classes with me. Maybe I need to start writing down names, like a journalist. |
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Liz, looking elegant here, was in all three of my classes. She lives in the WDC metro area, like me. |
The "lesson" beach. |
Chris is just starting to sit "side saddle." |
Oops, lost one, and then another. No shame in that. This is not an easy exercise. Great practice for balance! |
I am definitely "in" for next year. What a great experience. Many thanks to Rick for orchestrating all this!
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