I have something to admit: Surfing is not in the “woods of Florida” and it is not “swim, bike, run,” but it is certainly open water and immersed in the elements. But…
Does it count?
Hell yeah! It counts and counts big time.
On Sunday, 29 December, the waves really came together. See my Surf Report / Reflection at Ponceunderground. It was just one of those days when all the factors come together, when I feel an elevated state holistically, and true focus arrives as if invited.
Here is why it counts:
I surfed for over 2.5 hours; took a break and hauled ass to the store for calories (two bananas, a cliff bar and a bag of mixed nuts); and then surfed for over 3 hours. The math is simple.