This week, I finally do what I should’ve done from day one: introduce myself (hi, I’m your host, Zuz). But not with a bio. I can't stand bios. Instead, I take you on the road trip that got me into surfing—from freezing beach breaks in Wales to longboard dream sessions in Waikiki to community-building in LA.

Also: four reasons why anyone who lives in London and decides to take up surfing should probably see a doctor. And why California waves are both a heaven and a trap.

Here’s how I got here, why I still can’t pop up reliably, and what this whole thing means to me. Consider this the very unofficial origin story of Girls Who Can’t Surf Good and how The Wipeout Weekly came to be.🏄🏻‍♀️🌊