Throw in a first aid, advanced resuscitation course, and a few days of surf coaching theory and I’ve found myself replacing redundant gray matter with new good stuff. The thing that made me most self-conscious, though, was being surrounded by shaggy-haired, impossibly bronzed Aussies who undoubtedly came out the womb surfing. These are guys who walk, talk, and live surfing.
On the plus side, I’m a super kook who somehow scraped through that performance test and now love my life as a surf instructor who may possibly have shared a “moment” (I’m claiming it) with the Courtney Conlogue.
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