Excerpt from a recent post by Amy in the Yahoo Long Island Windsurfing Forum:
"As I begrudgingly marched into the west wind yesterday past two fields of our home beach of Hecksher, I was brutally attacked by green flies. I was berating myself for getting myself in this position and having to drive my car down to meet my rig. But today I have a new opinion of the whole experience. I don't think of it as so much of a walk of shame, more like a stride of pride. It made me happy to know that I was walking the painful footsteps of all the greats of today."
Damn right, Amy! "The Stride of Pride" is good. I've heard it referred to as The Walk of Pride as well. In order to take that walk, you must get with board and sail and push yourself beyond your capabilities. We've all been there. Many of us will be there again, if we don't play it safe.
The Walk of Pride, the Stride of Pride…maybe there are some other worthy names for it out there.
Whatever we call the walk, it still begins at Bozo Beach. It helps us maintain our sense of humor…
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