In many ways, I want to be writing up a “week of” report or a race report or a post about some long epic outing I went on, but I’m still not truly able to train. This injury is still nagging and niggling. But that does not mean I’m sitting on the couch, and it certainly doesn’t mean that I can’t have some fun. Even with the injury, I’ve still been swimming (no legs) I’ve still been riding (not real hard, not real long), and now I can say, I been surfing (no caveat here). Surfing is, has always been, and will always be my main athletic interest. Yes. I love all that is off-road triathlon. Just being in the woods, especially this time of year, is often enough for me. My family and I have had some wonderful walks lately. But surfing is surfing, and once the hook is set, the barb is almost impossible to get out. It snags the core of the human spirit, and no matter how long away, the ocean beckons, the waves moan, and the gravitational pull finds its way into my soul; one and only one thing can satisfy such energy. Anyway, I’ll get on with it. Starting the Friday before Christmas, we had a nice four-day run of waves, and I spent over ten hours soaking up some salt and sunshine.
For a more-detailed narrative, check out my post on my surf blog, Ponceunderground:
I’ve had the blog for quite some time now, and many of the posts are short vids I’ve made over the years. Enjoy and Cheers!