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.
I wish I could say I’m a bikini babe.
I wish people likened me to the female version of Kelly Slater.
I wish I could say that I carve with the best of them, know all the locals by name and can do a towel change with my 4 millimeter in 2.5 seconds.
But alas…
I’m not there yet,
and paddling is still my strongest suit.
But I’ve got some good surfing saints to teach me,
And ambition drives me to keep on keepin’ on.
So someday, someday you’ll see me carving, carving away.
I’ve surfed twice and have been thinking about it ever since… I need the missing componant a beautiful surf board. Sustainably made – even better. Seems like a great match.
When I was 24, I weighed 275 pounds. There were so many things that I wanted to do in my life that I realized I couldn’t do at that weight. One of the things I wanted to do was learn how to surf at a local surfing school, but I read their website and saw that none of their wetsuits would fit me!
I decided to start taking care of my body in a way I had never done before. I took up running, which I love. (And some of my favorite running gear is from Title Nine!) I started to do yoga and Pilates. I am considerably smaller than I once was, but the real change has been in my health and my heart. I have grown so much and learned so much about myself.
And I still want to surf!
In youth, I was
Adventurous, wild, daring
My body to go
Places others
Feared.
Somewhere, in my teens I lost my way,
Floundered in undertows of disappointment and loss,
Ripped by doubts and insecurities, my passion sank with me.
A thirty-year drift
In fog-drenched depression
I floated with
No direction.
Empty.
Buffeted by the tides, I watched as others
Found ways to shore, their certainty and joy carrying
Their laughter on the wind, for me to hear. And I listened.
And I did not
Quit, kept my eye on that shore
Chose to believe
Again that
I could.
So I’ve paddled out to where the water
Rises, I’m ready to catch that wave, to ride that line
Of churning power, carve on that board, back to my life.
We live in Jersey City, New Jersey. Not exactly Title Nine country. We always imagine ourselves in one of your photos: “Beth likes to run by the chemical factory after working with her music students”.
We buy Title Nine clothes in the effort to create a Title Nine life here and do pretty well (we golf, ski, boogie board, hike, bike) even if we have to drive a bit to where we play. But a surfboard!!!! That would take us to whole new “Title Nine” universe!
We choose one “girls-only” adventure each sunny, sandy, annual beach week. Last summer, it was a surfing lesson. We arrived doubtful. It looked hard. We felt lumpy. Out we paddled, promising ourselves donuts. Trepidation faded as we coasted to shore, managing to pop onto one knee. Goosebumps forgotten, arms churning, warmed by activity. We gained our feet, ate some sand, and paddled out for more. We felt sleek like seals, airborne like gulls, like our girlhood selves. I am certain of little, but I know this summer we’ll seek out the surf and find better versions of ourselves.
I grew up at the Jersey Shore hangin’ ten on an old belly board( those foam boards you’d lie down on…hanging ten fingers around the edges) Watchin the big boys surf, I’d yearn for a turn but in those big waves, I was scared I’d get burned. Years passed; I moved up to Maine, staying near to the sea And, finally, tried surfing at age 43! I’d die for this board! ’cause it’s cold up here…and Hawaiian prints and palm trees are just the gear ..to keep this ole gal in the waves most of the year.
An ecologically friendly, sustainable surfboard? Maybe the demise of polyurethane foam was a good thing. Surfing, after all, is about possibilities, non-linear concepts, and challenges. These very qualities also define Karen. A late comer to running and surfing she now runs 26.2 for The Cure and paddles out at surf spots most people have never even heard of.
So, a post modern, green surfboard designed and shaped for a distinctly feminine approach to wave riding; an inherent grace and flow for the ocean dance. An approach my wife typifies in her daily exploration of her life and her world.
I recently turned 44 and have been through lots of changes over the past few years. I grew up on the West Coast but now live on the East Coast, away from my family. I am divorced and will not take my 8-year-old son away from his dad, who lives on the East Coast. I love the ocean and have always wanted to learn to surf. The ocean is one way I feel close to my large family who is so far away.
when i caught rosie… she was 4, living in a kazakhstan orphanage. she had never seen water, but to the delight of this ex-lifegaurd / single mom, her toes met the beach, she stripped butt-nekkid, and she flew in. Rosie carries alot of hurt inside. but it melts away when she hits waves. Then she shines. heck, in the water – we both shine. last summer, she tried surfing. she took her first wave all the way in – a natural. it took a year of payments, but in june she’ll own her first board. i will not miss a moment, cheering and whooping like a crazy mom from the beach. if we won this board, we could be side by side. we could be sittin’ on top of the world – together.
ps – if, for fun, you would like to see a picture of this 10 year old hang ten, email me, i love to share it:> lori, rosie’s mom