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).
Heads Up: Our contests are only open to Title Nine eMail subscribers. They are our way of saying thanks to our loyal customers. So if you aren’t already a subscriber you will become one by submitting your entry. Click Here to read the official rules.
Carve Surfboard contest:
I’m a math and art teacher of 13 years. I love the water and live in a land locked state, but we have some great surf waves. Imagine getting out of my kayak and shredding in style on a beautiful board, on a beautiful river, in a beautiful state.
Norene Weber
“Get out of the water, you’ll freeze to death!” repeated the little girl’s mother, not daring to brave the frigid Maine waters to pluck her daughter from the icy waves. Time and again, the girl would paddle out on a boogie board and ride the crashing waves back to shore, oblivious to the cold.
That litlle girl was me, and now that I am grown I still love to ride the waves on Maine’s rugged coast (you get used to the cold). My children are also learning its beautiful but frigid secrets. While we generally body surf or boogie board, a new surf board would be great fun for all of us to use on our favorite Maine beaches.
I’m not here to tell my story and I’m pretty sure no one wants to hear it. I know I won’t win and you know what, that’s ok. Best of luck to all of you willing the prize to your heart or to someone you love. Contests can be a hard thing. All I can say is if you have enough courage to put your words in the midst of the millions and possibly be overlooked then you’ve already won. Although, it would be amazing to ride the waves with a worthwhile prize.
Like many women, I didn’t know what I wanted to do when I graduated college, so I took the safe route. I got married, started a boring job in business, and bought a house. Ten years down the road, I realized I was miserable. The American Dream wasn’t my dream. Now, I’m making the effort to live a meaningful life that makes me happy by facing the challenges that have always both intrigued and scared me–like living alone for the first time ever, starting a new career, and braving the waves.
I’m a sustainability nut in life…what better way to surf than with an equally sustainable ride! I rent boards now, and get seasick flopping about on foam boards. I think this is the board that will take my surfing to the next level, and give me a little ocean love to inspire my daily adventures in sustainability!
Challenges come when you least expect them. In 2008, I found out I had breast cancer. Now I have a new curly hairdo, two brand new body parts and new insight. Now I really know that life is too short. I am lucky. I am a survivor. I want to return to surfing (or at least trying!) with my husband. I want to instill that love of the ocean in my son. Most of all I want to feel the water beneath me, see the dolphins next to me and be thankful for all I have.
In summer, the sun is a goddess who leaps as she laughs,
crossing the sky without shoes.
Dawn slips through an open window
with the scent of salt air and spray.
A rising tide of light flows through the room.
Outside, the swells begin breaking.
They have come a great distance
across an ocean that obeys no law.
My surfboard beckons
like a flower-strewn path
that leads out the door.
Saturday, 6:30am. Instead of sleeping, I was convincing myself to get up and put on my wetsuit. Excuses filled my head not to walk the two blocks to the esplanade and sign up for the contest. Four months after learning to surf I had no business donning a rash guard, paddling out among those who could actually carve a cutback. Luckily, fear of failure didn’t get the better of me. I entered the novice division and took first place. So much still to learn. A sweet 7’0” makes a nice teacher. Teach me to embrace whatever comes my way.
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Ideally, I’d love to teach my dog, Dave, to surf with me. He can’t stand to be left alone, even on a beach. If we could both learn to surf together we’d both have a blast. He sunbathes in the backyard more than I do. We could definitely have a good time learning!