I can't believe it, tbh.
two weeks and change ago I was fully in Over It mode. I had barely surfed all summer, it was still dreary onshore and still such heavy fog that it was raining off the eucalyptus trees at my place. Still, I was like, the season is coming, I need to get in paddle shape. So for four or five days in a row I surf sunset session, middle of the beach on my chunky grovel board, in terrible weak ass onshore waves. Getting out that last day I finally felt grateful, I was getting in rhythm, felt good to be paddling around, realizing that I missed being in the water.
Later that night I'm trying to do a little more cardio on my road bike, riding around chasing those Cruise self driving cars in the richmond (I still can't believe that sh!t), trying to figure out if they're all following one big loop or if they're doing individual smaller routes, when bam, I hit a curb/center island thing while absent-mindedly looking the wrong way. Low speed but I stuck my arm straight out as I fell and fractured my elbow and wrist. Relatively minor, could'a been worse, but...
How is it not beautiful right now? I feel like the karma/surf gods should be punishing me, and rewarding you all, with plenty of beautiful crisp sunny even if smaller fall days by now. There should be lots of the good longboarding season, with at least some solid clean days. It's fucked up!