Cape Cod Wahines wind, wave, and kitesurfing

For a little bit of wind, I am grateful

By Emily, windsurfing wahine


There are some days windsurfing that are simply glorious. These are the days when you feel inspired and thrilled to be even a small part of the sport. On these days, the wind kicks up enough, but not too much. The water is warm, and the sun lightly warms your arms. You can’t decide whether to wear a shorty or to just go out in board shorts. Every move on the water seems natural, and you realize how beautiful and amazing it is to be effortlessly working with the wind instead of fighting it like you do when walking or riding a bike. Well, that is the perfect day for me. Everyone feels different.

Then there are days when you realize how futile you are in comparison to the wind and to nature in general. I know I’m not alone here. For this reason, I won’t explain why I felt weak, upset and generally disillusioned on a particular sailing day, but I’d rather soak in what I learned from the experience. First off, I learned that having the right equipment can color a sailor’s experience. Especially for a beginner, having comfortable, fitting equipment that complements the weather is a must. On this particular day, I had mistakenly borrowed gloves that were at least three sizes too large and a dry suit that seeped in water. I spent the first five minutes on the water struggling to hold onto the boom with gloves that slipped off, and I spent the next five minutes struggling to get back to land without falling in the ice cold water. Bottom line – it was unsafe and mostly stupid.

After the frustration subsided, I thought about why I still love this sport even following a bad experience. Most people wouldn’t put up with the cold and pain. That is why most people try windsurfing while on vacation in Aruba, only to come home with the comment, “Windsurfing? Oh yea, I tried it, and it was hard. It’s not for me.”


For lack of better words (and eloquence), I love that windsurfing kicks my butt. The sense of accomplishment and satisfaction after a successful day is an invigorating feeling. As a beginner, I have to admit that those experiences are few and far between. Many days I come home quite sore or feeling like I was kicked around a bit. Then there are days when I discover that all of my practicing has accomplished something. First I was accidentally planing, and now I’m purposely planing. I’m in the harness and foot straps. I can waterstart. And most recently, I’m working on the helitack. These tiny accomplishments over time have resulted in confidence, both on and off the water. And for that (and a little bit of wind), I am grateful.