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.
Tennis, running, cycling, swimming, golf, gymnastics, weightlifting, hiking, windsurfing…….some of the sports I love. Next on my list SURFING and kite surfing. I’m a single mother of a 6 & 7 year old and work fulltime as a physical therapist assistant in Bellingham, Washington. I expose my kids to as many outdoor activities and sports as humanly possible. I also stress to my kids the importance of sustainable products and the art of recycling (sporting equipment, clothes, food (compost), containers, etc!!). We would stay busy all year long on our new board surfing, paddling, sunning, swimming, fishing and staying fit……and when it’s not in the water it will be hanging on the 7 year old’s wall reminding us of our outdoor adventures.
Two years ago I returned from Hawaii and found out that I had breast cancer. One year after that, my closest friend died unexpectedly following a minor surgery. She had given me your catalog a week before she died. Since then I have had 6 surgeries, not including chemo therapy and I have continued to draw on my inspiration to strive and survive from my dear friend who enjoyed being outdoors and being happy and active whatever she went. She enjoyed wearing your clothes and I came across the catalog today with her name and address on the back. Mother’s day is in three days and I can’t help but feel her presence and know that for what ever reason, I am here today and she would want me to continue to try to get back to Hawaii and enjoy myself on that surf board.
I’m 37 years old, never surfed, and I live 2 blocks from the beach. Okay, FYI the beach is on the Washington Coast and Brrrrr it’s cold!! My mommy (who is awesome and loves me very much) bought me a wetsuit at a garage sale two years ago, so I am halfway there. It has been riding around in my car waiting for my first wave or triathalon, whichever comes first. I would love to feel what all of the surfing hubub is about. Besides, I love the girly but tuff blue flower pattern. Might have to buy the matching swimsuit! And yes, Muffett really is my name!
My wife turns 39 in August, she is the devoted mother of three boys under the age of ten. I know her as the beautiful girl I married, full of spirit and strength, an athletic, adventurous soul, the woman in whose eyes I could, finally, see a future that was sparkling and bright. Our sons love her so much, but they don’t see her in quite the same way. They see her as the person who makes them do their homework, takes them to the dentist, and “encourages” them eat their vegetables, the one that removes splinters and sends them back inside to get their backpacks when they invariably leave them on the kitchen table. Of course they appreciate her, but I wish they could, more often than they do, catch a glimmer of the girl she once was, to appreciate that part of her that is adventurous and playful…I see her on that surfboard this summer in the ocean at Breezy Point, New York, the boys at the water’s edge, mouths agape…it would be simply spectacular…
Yes – I wanna win the sweet surfboard! My husband says “I’m cute” and deserve a chance. We are a surfing family: husband, wife, and three sons. I am the “token” girl and am always playing catch-up to the guys. It seems I am the “jack of all trades, and master of none”. Although I had a role in getting them into surfing and teaching them, they are all far better than me. It makes me proud to watch my boys fly on the water. Perhaps I’m a good teacher – or perhaps I just have the wrong board — a guy board! I would feel honored and privileged to ride a real girl’s board – a one-of-a-kind T9er surfboard (shaped by Entropy). I promise to represent well and make fellow T9er’s proud.
I will give the board to my friend Stacie. She is an avid surfer and a child of the ocean, but has lived in land-locked states for the last 2.5 years for her job. She had to sell her board in Grenada, West Indies, in 2006 when we left the island (after living there for 3 years) because the airline refused to let her take it and she couldn’t afford to ship it. It was very sad parting with a long-time friend that had gone all over the Americas with her and I know she misses it sorely.
The Rock. El Morro. I celebrated my first birthday, my sixteenth birthday, my fortieth. Had my first kiss, met my first love, raised my children, the fourth generation. Bonfires on the beach drew us children like moths. Lifelong friends made. Songs sung, boats flipped in laughter, doubles bodysurfing, rubber rafts, round skimboards, longboards, kneeboards. Riding waves on GIANT inner tubes with all the kids we could get on it. Frozen bananas and ferries on Balboa. Was it all a dream? Landlocked, I dream it every day….and surround myself with shells, a carved sandpiper on my table, photos of waves, main beach and of course, El Morro.
In April of 2008 I lost my job at a Real Estate office here on St. Simons Island, GA. For the last year I have been expanding my horizons…as well as looking for a new career. I am training for my first triathalon, totally changed my diet, studied food addiction, become much healthier in my body, lowered my cholestrol by 80 points, and lost a little weight along the way. I have learned that it’s not how much you weigh but how healthy you are! Both of my boys have been surfing since they were 12 years old and for years I have been teasing them about learning. There is an organization on the east coast of Florida called the “East Coast Wahines”. They teach women like me how to surf. This is on my “Bucket List”. Please pick me!!
Living year round in Maine requires serious gumption. Surfing year round here takes an iron will and a gritted, briny grin. I am more a real woman in black, 5/4 mm, head to toe neoprene than in a black cocktail dress. I’ve struggled to carve my path while standing on my own two feet and still making it out on top in this little town. Yet that is what surfing is all about. Teaching local kids to ride a wave in for the first time gives me pride in where I’m from. Here, they call women like me “Rugged.”
Nothing has captured my imagination like surfing. Why? Because when you are surfing you are strong again, adventurous again, fun again, and never, never old. You can’t get old if you are surfing. So that is why I need this surfboard. Quite selfishly, to remind me of how I can be who I chose to be. Perhaps if I hang it inside it will incorporate that feeling into everyday life. Perhaps if I take my two little girls surfing with it, they will never forget that they are steering and can choose their own breaks in life.