WHERE IT BEGAN
MY SUP RACING CAREER STARTED OFF WHEN I LIED about my age and the police towed our family car.
It was 2009, and I was a 15-year-old kid from Klitmøller, Denmark, who had a passion for SUP but had never traveled to paddle or compete.
While I loved paddling back home, it was a lonely activity in Denmark. I wanted to travel and broaden my horizons about what SUP truly was. When I heard about the SUP World Cup in Germany, I convinced my dad to drive seven hours so I could compete in the amateur division.
When checking in for the amateur race, a mean-look- ing lady asked if I was 16 years old—the minimum age to compete. It felt like the floor was being pulled out from underneath me. My dad whispered, “Hold your poker face and go with it!” Attempting to stay cool, I told her in in broken German that I was 16. Thankfully, no ID was required.
Until that day, I had never heard of Robby Naish. He became my hero when he lent me his personal board for the amateur race. I had never even set foot on a raceboard prior to this event. Terrified of scratching Robby’s, I paddled hard to get away from everyone and crossed the finish line in first place, securing a wildcard to race the pros later that day. When I finished in the top 10 against them, I was hooked for life.
Afterwards, we heard over the loudspeaker system that a Danish-registered car was being towed from the street behind the event. We spent the next three hours at the impound lot, trying to get our car back.
Racing in Germany opened up a whole new world to me and sparked my passion for SUP. Sometimes we must travel to find our passion—even if you have to learn not to park your car in front of a bank entrance in downtown Hamburg.