Giving up

Here's another first:

Today, I gave up.

I went to North Chesterman after work today... the swell was 11.9ft according to the surf report. I went out, worked really hard to get out, got out, sat for a while, and after watching one gigantic wave after another come in and not break in any rideable way, I gave up, and paddled back to the beach.

I decided that I wasn't going to get any good rides in gigantic, big, dumpy surf... so I left to go check out other beaches. I went and checked South. At the end of the trail, I saw Ralph, who said there will be no surfing for him today.

I decided to not go out and get killed and not get any rides. So for the first time since I've been with Bluepath, I gave up.

I went home, got out of my wetsuit, put on a pair of jeans, and went to check out this climbing gym that a friend has been trying to get me to go to (who has the time, with all the good surf we've been having?)... so I went there and climbed. I'm climbing way better than I have ever climbed before... not that I've done a lot of climbing before... but I surprised myself. All the paddling must have improved my upper body strength... I was pretty impressed.

The good time climbing was making the evening pretty good... but the thing that topped it off was that the climbing gym dude's girlfriend came in... and said that the surf at North was nasty and big and NO ONE got any rides... one person got barrelled, chewed up, and spat out on the sand... not the water.

Well... looks like I made the right choice! Sometimes, giving up is the exactly right thing to do.