(Or: How to Avoid Looking Like a Soggy Pretzel in the Lineup) Surfing and yoga may seem like total opposites. One is you hurling yourself at moving walls of water with reckless joy, the other is you stretching in serene silence while you achieve samsara. But put...
I’ve seen your type before. You, with your thousand-yard Slack stare, your third triple-shot Americano, and that nervous twitch every time someone says “let’s circle back.” You who can merge a PDF in under two seconds but haven’t merged your soul with joy since pre-pandemic Happy...
Once upon a time in the lineup, a sacred pecking order reigned. Surf localism was law, and that law was enforced by dudes with sun-leathered faces, neck tats, and a stare that could curdle coconut water. Paddle into their peak without the proper passport (read:...
Let’s get one thing straight: surfing isn’t just a sport. It’s not just a hobby. It’s not your Sunday pilates class with a splash of SPF. Surfing is a full-contact spiritual practice disguised as a leisure activity for tan people with questionable income sources. It’s...
A Jungian twist on why the wave doesn’t lie, and why your board knows your business before your therapist does. You thought surfing was just about sun-kissed skin, salty smiles, and the occasional “Yewww!” echoing across the waves like a stoked seagull on molly? Oh no,...
Let’s just get this out of the way: surfing is a cult. A wet, sandy, sun-kissed, saltwater cult that smells like reef-safe sunscreen and existential freedom. Once you catch your first wave, it’s over. You’re done. That’s it. Congratulations, you’ve entered the point of no...
You’re sipping your morning coffee, scrolling Surfline like it’s your ex’s IG, and BAM, the forecast says “3–4 ft, clean conditions.” You do a little dance. You stretch. You wax your board with the confidence of Poseidon’s favorite child. But when you paddle out…THERE. ARE. WALLS.Towering...
Surfing is more than just gliding on water and sun-kissing your face while pretending your thighs aren’t silently screaming. It’s a full-body, mind-bending, calorie-torching dance with nature that demands not just guts and balance, but fuel. Not just any fuel, but the kind that keeps...