Showing posts with label #surfing #surf #yogagirl #yogaforlife #yogaeveryday real women have curves and surfboards. Show all posts
Showing posts with label #surfing #surf #yogagirl #yogaforlife #yogaeveryday real women have curves and surfboards. Show all posts

Saturday, 21 May 2016

Mavericks: the surfers body.

Whilst crying at the end of Chasing Mavericks, this probably being my 60th time of watching it, I began to conjure a blog post related to the reoccurring plot theme of hard work. 

Being a land locked surfer makes training for surf that little bit trickier as the saying goes;

'...the only way to train for surfing is to go surfing,' 
which is true. 

That being said there are some things I believe you can do pre trip to help your body recover quicker post surf and make the most of your limited time at the beach. 

1. Train like an athlete. 

Swimming didn't work for me, training for a marathon didn't work for me - what built a surfer body (i.e. strong core, big arms, broad shoulders) was yoga. 

Now I know I'm biased being a yoga teacher but I swear an hour (my usual) or even just 20 minutes a day (ok, my actual usual)! Has made a difference to my physicality. I am leaner so I'm quicker in my pop ups, all those chatarangas and downward facing dogs have built my triceps up which are one of the primary muscles we use in paddling, and I have a strong core which certainly helps towards balance. I couldn't paddle mavericks but I know that considering my location and lack of surfing I've managed to keep a certain level of fitness up which is what I'll need when I surf Norway next week. 







































I think it's important to remember that surfers come in all shapes and sizes you don't have to look like an Abercrombie & Fitch model to be able to surf, but I think the important cues from yoga - listening to your body, focusing on your breath, developing a strong mind are all great things to hone. 

2. Have a mantra. 

As Frosty in Chasing Mavericks so aptly said 'Fear is useful, panic is dangerous,' when I feel scared in a set or am starting to get fatigued I have a little mantra or phrase which helps me keep focused and above all safe in the water. 

If things are going ok I say over and over in my mind 'Samsara is Nirvana' which is the Buddhist way of saying no pain, no gain! Paddle, paddle, paddle! 

If I'm shit scared and a wave is about to break on my head I usually say:

'Get your shit together.' 

Mantras are personal so pick one that feels right to you! 

3. Get a Forecast. 

I am a habitual procrastinator but pre trip I do look at forecasts, get travel insurance and remember to do admin things to ensure my trip goes as well as possible. I have been stranded on an Island, had my bank card stolen in the airport, got so sick I've had to go to hospital, nearly drowned and even been held at gun point - could you imagine how much worse all of these would have been if I didn't know the swell, the area or not got travel insurance!!!! 

4. Eat to thrive.  

I'm not a qualified nutritionist but I am a qualified yoga teacher, who has studied the yogic lifestyle, which seems to have been helping yogis for thousands of years! The Yogic diet is based on the three gunas which is a way of eating to aid mindfulness, I have written in depth about it here
I am going to keep this brief as there is a wealth of information out there and I think healthy eating is very personal to the individual, you have to get to know your own body and the fuel which makes it operate at it's functional best. In my personal example, I have found a mostly vegan diet with occasional halloumi cheats has kept me strong and cleared my skin, cutting out sugar from my tea has given me more energy and preparing meals from scratch has really made a difference. 

(Top Tip: Bulk cook on Sundays or buy ingredients as and when for recipes. I've found this has saved me a lot of time and ensures I don't waste money on supermarket deals and promotions as I only buy what I need for that nights meal). 

I think the most important gift you can give to your health is the gift of compassion. When it's moon cycle (which is the hippie way of saying period), I don't deny myself chocolate or a little dairy. I've learnt to not be too hard on myself which I was doing when I became a strict vegan. The issues are still very important to me but I can't discuss sustainability, cruelty etc when I am making myself ill or depleted. 

5. Think way of life. 

Although I still call myself a 'land locked surfer' I try my best to stop compartmentalizing myself purely because I don't live by the sea and am not a pro surfer. Surfing makes me goofy happy and that's important but like everything in life I'm not what I do. The way I make people feel and the compassion I show others and this planet is the point. I don't have to have long hair, a tan, I don't have to surf everyday or ride a short board to be a surfer - You've got to have soul baby. 

6. And finally... 

Watch some surf films - there's nothing like Chasing Mavericks, Blue Crush or my beloved Point Break which gets me ready for a surf sesh! 

Until next time lovebugs! 

Mahalo! 





Monday, 17 August 2015

Wild at heart yoga and surf: a new beginning.

My lovely man is putting the kettle on so I'll keep this brief for fear of the tea going cold. It is with some sadness that I profess the end of an era. The surf yogini a.k.a. former 'Real women have curves and surfboards' blog will be no more. When I started it three years ago I was a land locked surfer girl not surfing enough and at the time very, very unemployed. I still don't surf as much as I'd like to and I still live in the city....so...wait.
Err not much has changed then...

Only kidding!!! In those three years I've set up the land locked surfers club and found a best friend out of it, lived in Ethiopia, worked in Cape Town on a surf project and had the pleasure of surfing in Morocco and Costa Rica, I adopted my beloved Bruh bunny and best of all found the absolute love of my life, Mr Sunshine, who for privacy issues (he's private and not a massive exhibitionist like me) has asked not to be featured formally on this here blog. 

As if that wasn't enough luck for this brummie wench (that's a formal method of addressing a woman from the West Midlands, UK), I have survived a yoga teacher trainer course and am now becoming self employed, teaching yoga, doing animal assisted therapy in care homes (Bruh bunny in tow) and organizing surf retreats soon(ish). 

Next year I have a dogue de bordeaux puppy to look forward to, getting a car oh and surfing!!! 

So I guess I'd better start walking into the sunset for my happy ending..................

.............................................................................................................................Nah! 

Your not getting rid of me that easily. I now have a 'fancy' new website and blog here



Come see me in my new home! 

Until next time 

Stay strong, surf well 
Love 


Monday, 4 May 2015

The sporadic surfer.

Forgive me if this post turns into a mournful lament to waves lost. Regular readers of this here blog may have noticed posts have been further and further apart and a lot less frequent. This is partly due to a hectic schedule as I slowly transcend into being a full time yogi but it has a lot to do with the fact that I'm just not surfing that often. 

My boyfriend recently observed that I haven't been talking about surfing in everyday conversation and that his innate fear of me running away to the sea has vanished somewhat. Whilst I definitely won't be running away anywhere without him my lack of surf talk has been for a very specific reason. This reason is because it hurts. As daft as it sounds I grieve the sea like I miss a loved one and if I dwell on this loss too much I'll be inert. There can always be time found to take a trip to the sea but I have some big plans happening and right now I can't be distracted by the fact that I want to catch some waves, because I'll be missing the bigger picture. If I work on being self employed, if I knuckle down and get my driving license and if I spend time exploring the UK with my beloved Mr Sunshine looking for a coast that feels like home, I'll be able to build the life I've always aspired to. 

The other important point to make is that despite pining for the sea I am happy. Happier than I've ever been, I am loved beyond my wildest dreams and  I love back in equal measure, I have amazing friends and family, I'm doing what makes my heart glad and this appreciation is all because of self realization. Yoga has made me live in the now, I meditate and go through the asanas to turn my gaze inwards and develop gratitude, it's also helping me help others. This week I'll be doing a yogathon in aid of Birmingham dogs home, I literally cannot wait to use yoga for the power of positive change. 

You can donate to Birmingham Dogs home on my just giving page here.

Although I don't articulate how much surfing means to me as much as I used to it still is a big part of who I am. Here's a collage of what's in my head when I visualize my life in the next few years. I better get on it! 

I dream of beautiful surfboards cluttering up my house. 
...and getting so good at longboarding I can hang ten. 

I'd also like a space for art, books and more surfboards. 

























  
And of course the surf dog! 

  
Last but not least I dream of being self sufficient of growing as much as I can so I leave a better planet.

Until next time
Stay strong, surf well and do some yoga!
Love





























Monday, 20 April 2015

For the love of long boarding...

Home is where the waves are....













 


  








Morocco chewed us up and spat us out again- thus was our surf trip to Tagazhout. Of the 5 days I planned, three were dedicated to throwing up and not being able to leave my bed. When I wasn't sick other surfers were, so my trip passed like time spent in respite, a kind of blur. Thankfully those sick days were studded with moments of wonder - a dawnie surf and on the last day the sunset surf I experienced with my girls (minus a few fallen), where I began my everlasting love affair with long boarding. Long boarding and I are the real deal, we're for life. Everyone knew before I did that I was a long boarder. I thought I could swerve and slice the wave like a short boarder but turns out I'm more mellow than that. 

So I guess I'll leave the swerving and slicing for my time outside the water and stick to being a long boarder serene and steady in the water. Discovering long boarding feels as natural as I imagine coming out of the closet does after years of denying the real you. Even though I still make wipeouts look like an Olympic sport using a long board made me feel like I was skating on the water, or as close to being a Hawaiian princess as this Brummie girl will ever get! 

The sea can sometimes feel like a bad boyfriend (especially when you stand on scorpion fish) but I always come back to it, its an enduring love I guess. 

Until next time, 
Stay strong, surf well
Love












ALL PHOTOS TAKEN COURTESY OF JEMIMA STUBBS PHOTOGRAPHY.
YOU CAN FIND MORE INFORMATION ABOUT HER WORK HERE





Sunday, 15 March 2015

Silence.

Sometimes I am utterly convinced I'm an old soul and that I've lived a few lives before the one I have now. When I was young I used to go through the motions of attending parties all the while feeling like I didn't belong there. I wasn't a wall flower, in fact I was/am usually the first on the dance floor, but I guess my heart wasn't in it. My long term friends joke that I'm Grandma on account of my insatiable tea habit and quiet. Now that I am hopelessly in love (still going steady wohooo) and a bunny momma my nesting instinct is even stronger.

Happiness to me is curled up with my boys. 

Bruh bunny and Mr Sunshine sharing popcorn here. 

Real men are kind to animals 

Too cute to breath! 

My Mr Sunny being a stealth photographer here! 

























By nature I'm a worrier, I am somebody that both needs and hates busyness, heck I even called my rabbit 'Hectic Bruh' after a South African saying for crazy waves! 

Both surfing and yoga found me almost simultaneously and I believe are there to help me enjoy the silence. Both yoga and surfing turn you inwards and make you concentrate on your breath and being present. 
Neither are a sport or a hobby to me they are a way of life and I'm so grateful I have both these endeavours to remind me to stand still and enjoy the silence!   


 It was after some silence and contemplation I finally came up with the name for my yoga and animal assisted therapy business (taking animals to care homes as therapy). I ran it past the family and landed on:







 Love the sound of 'Wild at heart Yoga & Animal Assisted Therapy,' it both excites me and scares me shit less!! I'm finally living my dream, taking a leap of faith and fashioning and life all of my very own. 

Oh and there shall be surfing in this life. Oh the surfing! 


Until next time,
Stay strong and surf well
Love














Monday, 9 March 2015

The beautiful ones.

Surf, art and fashion are a union which has spawned a lifestyle and being a bit of a magpie for these three things means I am constantly inspired by the world around me. Surf was a vector for change in the West, its popularity grew out of young people rejecting the norm and living a life of freedom. These credentials matched perfectly to the wild abandon of art and fashion thus creating a wonderful paradigm for modern surfers like myself to find creativity in all arenas. 

I am constantly overwhelmed and awed by the breadth of talent circulating on instagram from pro surfers, to Joe blogs surfers and businesses surrounding the industry. Such mooching led to my discovery of Mara Hoffman a New York designer who has captured my imagination with her beautiful bikini and surf suit designs. She makes me think of travelling, artists living in Costa Rican communes and surf trips to places like Morocco. 
Her designs are definitely on the lust list!  







   
























Until next time stay strong and surf well, 
Love