Nope, Those Weren't Them

Those weren't the waves I was looking for. Today's session was a study in frustration as one lone surfer—damn you, Palmer!!—was feeling it and catching everything. The rest of us were being being buoys, buoys that paddled furiously and watched waves nonetheless pass right under us. Let's just say there was a lot of cursing going on out there. I caught a little bit of nothing. In the end, that's fine. I needed to get wet to blow out the cobwebs. My first session back after being out of the water for awhile is always terrible. I was prepared for that. My main goal was to reawaken the muscles I use for paddling. I did that. Surfing? I didn't do that, at least not to my satisfaction. I'll try again tomorrow.