Wanna win this sweet surfboard?
The contest period has ended. Thank you for all the amazing entries. Stay tuned over the next few days for the announcement of our winners!
We worked with our friends over at Carve Designs to create a one-of-a-kind T9er surfboard (shaped by Entropy) for one of you lucky ladies to win. Here’s all we’re asking – dazzle us with your creativity by telling us why YOU deserve this sweet 7′ sustainably-made ride.
Would you like to fulfill a life-long dream to catch a wave? Use it as a surf deco coffee table, or save drowning children in faraway oceans? Whatever the cause, tell us in 99 words or less by posting a comment below.
Share your words by June 1st, 2009 for a chance to win the surfboard awesomeness. Fret not, ’cause we’ll be giving away 2 prizes to the runners-up ($100 gift card + Team T9 membership).
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There are more complex philosophical systems you can live by, but at the age of 48, the simple wisdom in surfing resonates with me: you spend a fair amount of time watchfully waiting, hesitation is probably a bad idea, and the most satisfying rewards come with riding out a difficulty to its natural resolution.
The ultimate surfboard would obviously help me to acquire data to further develop my theories.
My grandma turned 99 years old this year. Every year on her birthday she does something that she has always wanted to do but never got around to before. She has gone up in a hot air balloon and ridden the Napa Valley Wine Train. For her 95th birthday she went skydiving, to the tune of “This One’s for the Girls” by Martina McBride! She has always wanted to ride a wave, and for her 100th birthday, how sweet would it be to take her out on this awesome surfboard as a tribute to amazing women of all ages.
I am not deserving of this lovely surfboard, but my good pal Amy Morrisey sure is. I am lucky enough to have boards lined on my garage walls that my husband and twelve year old daughter ride. Amy on the other hand, at age 45 has a powerful desire to learn to surf but she is lacking in funds to pursue all the equipment needed to ride the cool waters of the Jersey Shore. Why my pal Amy? She is one of the bravest, authentic and adventurous women I know. Amy follows her inner gut and is courageous about confronting adversity and making changes in her life. Growing up on the Jersey Shore in a working class irish catholic clan of 5 was difficult at best. Family dramas and struggles were endless. Amy had a child at a young age and her first born is now a mother bestowing her the title grandmother. She is there for her family, but understands how important it is to stay true to yourself.
As a kid, I would lean over the edge of my stepfather’s boat and watch as the line of surfers drifted, waiting for that next wave; a wave only as high as the naval and oil ships would create in their wakes, as it was the Texas Coast. But for us, the Texas surfers, we reveled in each one; passionate about the water itself beneath your feet no matter the depth of its push. My home is the ocean. I would use this board to surf as it is a passion I have been away from for too long.
Just a girl
From the coast
Without a board
To rip a curl.
Once upon a time,
She was a sprinter,
But a mighty horse
Threw her high and ended her prime.
Now she’s back,
As a fish
Zipping across the water,
Never giving workouts a slack.
For her,
Water is sublime,
Supreme,
And quite utopian.
Title Nine,
Would you give,
This deserving chick,
The opportune’
To rip a curl,
Since she’s just a girl,
From the coast,
Who can swim like a batoidea?
First time surfing was my “hanabata days” over 30 years ago growing up in Hawaii. Then I moved to the east coast for awhile and to California but didn’t dig the wetsuit thing. I became a multi-sport type of athlete…running, skiing, paddling. Then it happened. I blew my knee skiing but kept running on it. 10 years later, cadaver parts, a metal plate and a doctors stern warning to never run, or never this or never that…depression. Life was over. Friends got me surfing again at 49. Now at 51 I’ve truly found what “stoked” means.
Because I just turned forty and still wear a bikini
Because she wants to Heenalu; slide across the water carrying me
Because we wanted something fresh so we came to an island and planted a banana
Because the turquoise breaking into salty, crashing bubbles mesmerizes
Because we have four children
Because we want to teach them to be bold and fearless by being bold and fearless
Because sharks terrorize me but trepidation is not enough to keep me from my Da Kine
Because Eddie I would go
Because like a chance, it is meant to be
I’m Sarah. I’m 28. I’m a single working mom. I have twelve children.
I’m a full-time volunteer teacher in South Africa. Any child who needs a home finds it with me. Some have been abused, raped, or abandoned. Some have AIDS, or have been orphaned. Together we make up a big, crazy, loving family, and they know I am the mom that will never leave them.
I’m pretty exhausted and overwhelmed though, and nothing beats stress like a good surf. Of course, I’ve promised the kids I will teach them how, and they are working hard on their swimming…
WILL WORK FOR SURF
The air is thick with dust and flies as it burns my hide. Horseback, I count cattle off trucks until we’ve unloaded eight-hundred hungry steers. My arms stay strong throwing out hay.
I work long and hard. NO overtime, hour lunch breaks, paid holidays, sick leave or 401K.
I unsaddle Blue. My body aches as I dig grit from my eyes. How will I drag myself back here by 5 a.m. tomorrow? Then I smile at the sight of my old delaminated board on my trailer. And a life giving wave swells inside as I plan to paddle out.
I am on a journey to walk my talk. As an overweight therapist/wellness coach I am on the path to losing 90lbs and taking charge of my life. One of my strategies is to find ways to exercise my body that feel joyful. Surfing, to me would be the pinnacle of joy and freedom. I live on the beach (in Illinois!) and there are waves, believe it or not! I would use this board to help return my body to it’s happiest state while getting to feel the joy riding a wave (no matter how small) brings.