Yesterday was gonna be a busy one, what with the Super Bowl liveblogging and the rescheduled trip to Ikea, so the plan was for me to get up early and take a quick walk across the street to Home Break.
I got up early, all right - first light, 6:30ish. Made myself a pot of coffee, a piece of toast, and took some cough medicine. Somewhere along the line I picked up the kid's cough, and that was casting a bit of a pall over the proceedings. Still, I cowboyed up, pulled on the wetsuit and threw a hoodie on over that, grabbed the still-wet booties (oh, those are always a joy to put on) and the board and off I went.
The walk is a quick one - down the block, across the street, down the gully, cross the traintracks, up the other side of the gully, cross the street, boom, we're at the beach. Where conditions were less than ideal - directly in front of me the surf was mixed up, and it was only marginally better as one looked north or south, but in both cases one had to walk maybe a half mile to get to the good stuff. And those peaks were already getting crowded.
So it was a no-go, the nagging cough being the deciding factor. SurfSis poses the question of why our little circle of surfbloggers seems to be in a slump. For all my desire to charge out there (and I was considering that yesterday), discretion was the better part of valor. A few years ago I'd have said the hell with it, they can cure pneumonia, and gone. And I say that with no regrets: as I look to recharge my surfing batteries, I don't care to go back to the days when I obsessed over it. That's a younger man's game.
