Was a cold paddle out this morning. Well, cold for here.
A bit larger than I thought it would be, and kinda random. Made the paddle out a bit of a chore, aka shifting "channel".
Should have warmed up the paddling muscles more. Got a little bit of that feeling like throwing a baseball too hard before things are warmed up.
The first duckdive, even with the hood, was a bit of a jolt.
Anyway, beat Friend #1 outside, so already winning for the day.
So of course, the first wave I made was with him dropping in on me, but since it closed out on him too, I didn't need to spear him.
Made some almighty duckdives, which always is satisfying on various levels. Yay for not getting shoved inside or pulled over the falls!
Longest rides was a left but the shape was poor. Best ride was a short right with great shape...more drop and bottom turn that pretty quickly went to mush, but for a second, it was all so well executed...the positioning, the paddle, the smooth drop, the pressure on the bottom turn, the quick set up on the wall, the moment you see it stretch in front of you and the hope of a fantastic ride. And then the wave hit a deep spot and there went that.
Got minor tumble coming in through shore break and felt the tinge of ice-cream headache. Man, what happened to my youthful hot bloodedness that made me feel invulnerable-to-cold in a hooded suit?
Lots of drift during session made for a long walk back to the car, and my hands were pretty numb when I got to it.
PS
What time you go out, Woke AF? I could still see Canis Major when I paddled out.