Jenny packs up her gear and makes her way back into town, her rod in one arm, the board under the other, and in-between both arms, somewhere deep inside her chest, she feels a ball of curiosity mulling, growing. 1,200 kilometers south, the Cox family is awake in their house, clambering around through the cupboards and drawers, each trying to organize their belongings for the approaching day at the beach.
A time to be in the ocean with other like-minded females, to indulge in a surf holiday without thinking about schedules or chores or feeling guilty for taking the time out. The business is a reflection of the two women that run it; down to earth, true blue Australian women. No bullshit.
Initially, Serena rolled her eyes thinking about the dangers this trend can cause at one of the busiest point breaks in the world, when she hesitated and looked back at the girl still standing on her board, rails tucked into the face of the wave with full confidence.
So when Serena and Jenny met in Byron Bay they decided their years of experience, coaching, traveling, surfing, could not be wasted.
Jenny is standing on the beach in Bali, competing in the Junior World Surfing Title.
She watches the energy and determination of Paige in the water and knows exactly what she’s going through, life as a professional surfer wasn’t always glamorous for Jenny.
Jenny and Serena now stand at the forefront of women’s surfing in Australia.
Jenny views these challenges from a distance now and knows that they have added to her plethora of life experience and knowledge that she can now pass onto her students. She ponders her eating disorder, the uncontrollable thoughts that preoccupied her mind in her younger years.
She’s thinking about the women she has to coach this morning, two mothers in their forties and a younger professional woman from Sydney, when she notices a young woman on her longboard walking gently up her board in the small peeling waves.
They emphasize that the holidays are not a spiritual retreat, they are not a concept of “the surfing life,” they are not about Instagram or imagery, they are for women who just need a break from being mothers, workers, women in this day and age.
They opened their own coaching retreat business called Surf Getaways, a holiday business that offers women a space to improve their surfing in a supported environment.
It’s her first major test on the world stage and Jenny’s stomach is in a knot knowing that her heat is coming up, knowing her opponent is surfing her home break, knowing her coach is watching from the bleachers.
She thinks about her mother, having to share a surfboard with her friend, the forced use of no leg ropes, and then quitting after having children, then watches this act of complete confidence and liberation, the girl on the surfboard more worried about how her cross-step looks in her short-cut wetsuit than whether she can carry her board or not, not to mention the safety of others.
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