The windsurfer races on a board,
On water in the wind.
His feet ride and steer in the chop and the swell;
Windsurfing, by nature, is elemental.
The rider watches the wind, its direction and speed.
Two feet planted so his hips can turn.
Facing upwind, the cold starts to burn.
Hands steer the boom, arms straight out.
He stands, bends, and leans as need be.
He takes the weight off both feet, switching them up.
The wind blows high; he curtsies low in the curve.
Weight forward to his toes, his sail foot hits his back leg.
Watch the luff! Take control! He brings his weight inboard,
Slips the new front foot forward; he knows where to go.
Done slogging, now hydroplaning, the fun begins!
It’s like low-level flying up on this board.
Front foot forward, lean in, back foot across.
Shoulders squared up to his knees and hips,
Can’t look down or he will get tossed.
He feels with his toes and maintains his grip,
Pivot at the ankles! Press on the toes!
Twist the front foot forward, up to the nose.
Point the toes! Get the weight off the board!
Get the speed up, flatten the board, ride it on the edge!
Heading upwind, finally on flat water and in control.
He lifts his front heel, forcing its arch in the strap,
He sees all his toes. OK good.
Weight riding fine on the ball of his foot,
He feels with his feet, the water’s not choppy.
His body moves left as the rig moves right,
His back foot’s flat, not carving the turn yet.
Ready to jibe; feet to the tack.
The wind picks up, his pulse instep.
Foot straps on, plane sailing ahead.
[Apologies to true windsurfers.]
Everyone who competes in the games goes into strict training. They do it to get a crown that will not last, but we do it to get a crown that will last forever. 1 Corinthians 9:25 (NIV)
TRAINING – COMPETITION – PODIUM