Stories of KK

KK’s really gone off. What with the cycling and windsurfing, the newest bee in his bonnet is kitesurfing. Which basically involves flying a gigantic kite on a surfboard out at sea.  He's never done it, but to get there, he decides to get a preliminary feel of it by giving wakeboarding a shot, which he's also never done. He takes off from work after lunch one day and pulls the whole family with him to Ski 360 at the East Coast Park, which offers a wakeboarding-like experience except that instead of a boat it’s a cable line pulling you along. He says: I also want the kids to learn that there’s no giving up.      * Me and kids, doing nothing   The thing is, KK doesn’t actually have a hard time. He gets up, gets it and completes one round after 30 minutes. I say I'm the one who  will really prove the perseverance point, because I’m sure I’d still be falling flat on my face into the water at the start point at the end of the hour. But see, I’m not going to prove it because I hav

KK's 40 and a light has gone on in his head: He wants to re-live his Olympian days. First it was the cycling to and from work which has been going on for six months, and is still going strong, rain or shine.  Then suddenly, as we approached the end of the year, he announced that he is going to start windsurfing, a sport which he had stopped oh, maybe seven or more years ago to replace with golf.  I ask: “Are you not going to golf anymore?” He says: “No. I’m still going to. When it’s off-season I can play golf.” These days, I am of universal benevolence and as long as he is happy, I am happy. (in other words, I don’t care!)  Honestly. I like that he is going to windsurf again. I have always thought of my husband as a windsurfer than a golfer. Operation Windsurf is short and sharp. When KK makes up his mind, he doesn’t stop to consider options. In two days, he installs a roof rack on the car and gets his hands on a board, a mast, a boom, a sail, surf shorts, harness, life jacket. My