Suddenly last summer, my Jonny bought us a pair of core-strengthening, über-trendy paddleboards. You've seen these things: big, puffy, steroid-ey surfboards that you stand athwart, propelling yourself across the waves with a long paddle.
Prior to our maiden voyage, Jonny made a great hoopla over the fact that my paddle-every paddle must be 8 inches taller than its owner-was 2 inches shorter than his. "No," he would say. "This is your paddle. If I take your paddle by mistake I will not even reach the water."
Dude, you're only 2 inches taller than me!
Setting aside our altitudinally based bickerings, we flung our boards into nearby Gardiners Bay and off we paddled. Jonny fell off a couple of times. I did not. He attributed this to my "infinitely lower center of gravity."
I slipped into smug mode, which resulted in my not concentrating and eventually falling off, which was quite refreshing and only mildly regrettable from an accessories point of view: It took a while to corral my floating hat, sunglasses, and foulard.
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