Weekend roundup:
Friday: In some ways, I was happy just to make it out after a grueling, bruising paddle out - got a couple of rides, but nothing memorable. Mostly my own fault for not feeling up to paddle-battling at the peak, and then not managing peak well when they came my way. But that's alright - It was a good session, tho - if for no other reason than I got to learn a bit from watching Jeff Anthony up close.
Saturday morning: Closing out and shutting down on the low tide - found a couple of corners, tho - and actually had some fun with friends, old and new (great seeing you, Duke!)
Saturday early afternoon - Despite a southwesterly flow giving it all sorts of texture, I got into a real good groove and surfed about as well as I am capable of surfing - and actually came out of the water feeling great. Now I'm not exactly known for hacks, but man, there was one backside hack that I snapped off that surprised me - nice feeling. (Amazing what's possible when you get your foot back on the tailpad
)Sunday afternoon:Despite pretty clean conditions and nice (albeit shifty) peaks all over the place, I surfed about as poorly as humanly possible. No energy, no balance, no nothing. Blew set waves, just awful. Now admittedly I spent a wee bit too much time at Irishfest later on Saturday, but could I possibly have turned into such a lightweight that a couple of beers and a couple of JD's and coke could throw me off *this* badly? Whatever the reason, I managed to follow up a great Saturday with a miserable Sunday. Ughhh.
Inconsistency is my middle name.
Oh well..I guess this means I'll just have to keep on practicing.
