Two Surf Bloggers in One Picture
Kicking out just as Matt prepares to turn and go. (The photo was taken two days before the infamous "pop" that has kept me out of the water for almost a month.)
(Did I stutter?)
It's been a little more than three weeks since the injury and I am in no rush to get back in the water. I know it's the water, and its resistance, that will make me scream like a Banshee if I move the wrong way. There's still enough pain to give me pause when I think about surfing. The way I see it, I'll be ready to get back on a board when I can comfortably do the breaststroke. Right now, I can't even comfortably use a kickboard while doing normal kicking. I have no choice but to wait.
A few weeks ago, a "friend" called. I use the term "friend" lightly since that's obviously overstating the relationship. She wanted, I think, to bitch at me about not surfing with her. Now that I'm thinking about this conversation, I don't know why the hell she called. I'll just stay with the "called to bitch at me" angle and run with it. She belongs to that classification of people I'm now labeling "Stealers of the Stoke". These are the folks who insist that you surf with them, but whose attitudes or actions fuck up your stoke.
Vastus medialis. This is the muscle that wasn't up to the task on the day I felt the pop. I blame myself for overlooking the importance of total body conditioning (even though I know better). Lesson learned the hard way. From here on in, I'll integrate more leg work into my training. The squats and lunges aren't enough, especially when you don't lock out the knees at the end of the squat. I'll get back on the bike enough to trigger the muscle memory and do a lot of out of the saddle riding. That kind of movement stimulates that muscle.
The waiting IS the hardest part . . . of an injury. It's been two weeks. It feels like it's been . . . two weeks. I think it will take another two weeks before I'm 80% to 90% in terms of strength. C'est la vie. I won't cry over it. It's my first surf-related injury. It won't be the last. The worst part is having a new board sitting there waiting for me. It wants to be surfed. It's begging for a wicked wax job. When you can't surf, you think about wax. What do you mean you don't think about wax? I do. Yeah, I know. Everyone is well aware of my preoccupation with surf wax.