The Beach Start

I spent an hour combing my hair; the $180 sunscreen I got from my dermatologist in Beverly Hills has been properly and thoroughly rubbed into every pore of my beautiful face; I attended a Pilates class in the morning to make sure I am centered; and I am wearing my new (and shamelessly padded) tiger Speedo. I am feeling like such a Rock Star! I just want to strut to the beach, step on my spanking new high performance gear, and sail away. I am Cool... I am Stylish... The last thing I want is to ruin the whole event by looking dorky and flail trying to get on the water. Image is of utmost importance to me so my launch from the beach must look easy and graceful. I know people are watching.