bluesilver wrote:Surfing is a love-hate relationshit. You love it.. but it beats and pummels you. You keep coming back for more and you tell your friends you got that black eye from falling down the stairs, not surfing..
Sometimes.....the ocean says, "now look what you made me do"
The thing I used to hate about surfing is nature, the ocean, always called the shots. Some days, I would just feel like, three foot, steep and fast, and the ocean would say, "No, not today, Pickle. Today, I think I'm going to be eight foot, dis-organized, and mushy".
The other sports I've done, I called the shots, I felt like shooting, so I worked on coming of picks, and pick and pop. Other days, I felt like dribbling, so I dribbled. Some days, I just felt like goofing off, so I goofed off.
There's no goofing off in surfing, except when it's one foot, and when it's eight foot, there's no warm-up, once your in your in it. I would paddle for my first three waves, wouldn't make them, and that would be the warm up, but then I would be spent and despite how hard I tried, I wouldn't be able to make it back out.
I wouldn't be able to get out just as perfect waves break right in front of my face, on top of my head, and a really good surfer, like, pro-moe, is doing a cutty, then off the top, then floater, then kick-out way outside, having the time of his life.
I would get out of the water, frustrated and spent. That's when I would hate surfing. Then other days, I felt good, strong, had the right board, and there weren't many people out. Those where good days
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