05/26/2026
Memorial Day on the water. 8 hours. 11.5 miles. Two years. Two hurricanes. One lost roof rack. One suboptimal rental board two weeks ago that reminded me exactly what I was missing. Friday my rack arrived. Monday we launched. This is why I paddle board. Not because it’s a “workout.” Because it’s a full-body conversation — quads, glutes, hamstrings, core, shoulders, arms — every stroke a negotiation between balance and intention. It is functional movement in its most elemental form. Your body doing exactly what it was designed to do, on water, under sky, through Spanish moss and spring-fed rivers. My friend Amy had never been on a paddleboard before. She got on and went. That’s what happens when you put a capable body in its element and get out of the way. We ended the day at Swampy’s. Because eight hours on the water earns you that. This is For Love of the Body. Not just a philosophy. A practice. Yesterday was proof.