surf session #7

The waves rolled in with grace, pushed up by offshore wind and more friendly than fearsome. I managed to find myself on several, but, stiff and sore from a workout the day prior and running on three hours sleep, rode them without much style – at least I didn’t fall off. Still calling it a good day.

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