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IMAGINE CHOOSING TO take up tennis, only to find out that moving from the golf center to the starting point—not gripping a wedge, never lofting or putting or striking away from a hazard, just moving—requires more muscle power than you’ve gathered in your complete adult life.

That’s surfing. I would eventually discover that what makes rowing a board so grueling is not only the degree of muscle required, but the fact that the essential body parts are pressed into service by ocean athletes and nearly nobody else. Take the levator scapulae. This group connect the shoulder base to the deltoids; should they vanish, you will detect. But they are intended as the stage managers of the physical system, not the stars. Dragging a arm and lower arm through the ocean while positioned on a board is among the rare movements that propel them into the spotlight.

I swiftly discovered, during my initial surf lesson, was that my scapulae were unprepared for action. Neither were my neck flexors (that join my chest cage and vertebrae) or erector spinae (traveling lengthwise through my spine). I attempted several movements toward the coach, then fell into the water.

“Alright,” she said gently, once I made it over. “How about we . . . try to catch a wave?” Although I engaged in athletics in my youth, and working as a government communicator took the lead on STOTUS—the Athletic Group of the America—I never expected I would be on a board. I previously injured my back moving a sack of feline granules; surfing needed degrees of both dexterity and boldness that I hadn’t own.

More challenging, I was mid-thirties, and this is, among ocean enthusiasts, old. But following the toughest period of my existence, a year marked by post-lockdown sloth and depression, enrolling in wave classes appeared as a method to break free from my downward spiral. Additionally, it was a chance to prove to myself that I was even durable, still tough, still capable of recovering at a moment when the environment seemed more eager than before to overwhelm me.

The aspect I did not thought about was genuinely riding swells. Katie gripped the hull of my Wavestorm and directed me toward the beach. For a moment, she maintained grip of the craft and chatted. Then, all at once, she jumped to focus. I looked over my back, following her gaze. A swelling mound of water had appeared behind us.

“Paddle paddle paddle!” she yelled. I rowed.

“Pop up pop up pop up!” she called. I sprang to my stance, swung my arms as if slipping on hidden danger, and plunged into the ocean.

The reason getting to my feet on the beach had seemed easy, was evident, is that it was effortless. An infant can stand up on solid surface. On the ocean the tiniest mistake—a hand set an measure too far front; arms reached a half second slow; a foot placed a bit off alignment—propelled me tumbling. If I was lucky, I splashed into the sea. When less lucky, I ricocheted off my craft onto my lower back (or occasionally), just for variety’s sake, my leg and afterward my base), and fell into the ocean.

“Short ask,” I said. “Is it that I’m unusually unskilled at this?”

Katie thought for a very long time.

“Alright,” she answered. “Each person is different.”

It was precisely as I suspected: I lacked resilient enough for this. I no longer wished to realize I was a hidden surfing prodigy, or to even succeed. The sole aim was to stop trying and return. When there were a short time remaining in the lesson, I started stalling for time.

“Then,” I said, “you said you cared for a pet. What’s her title?”

“an unusual term,” my instructor answered. One swell passed uneventfully past.

“Which shade does she have?”

“Ebony.”

“Plus what type of name is ‘that word’?”

“It derives from a Mandarin word, actually. It represents ‘nothingness.’” A second wave rolled beneath.

“What age is the kitten? Did you take in from a foster home or a adoption agency? Is that your introductory feline?”

Our lesson would shortly be finished, and with termination near, I maintained the questions rolling. “How much time did you need to master standing?” (Several attempts. This was unbelievable.) “Family member surfs in cold months. He must be insane, right?” ({She didn