Surf: 6.9 ft at 19.0 s from the SW at 219°
I’ve been sick as a dog the past week. I knew I wouldn’t be able to hand going down to Santa Cruz, so I opted for local waves.
This is one of those times when things I think should do and things I ACTUALLY should do are in total conflict.
I felt like I should go surf. I’ve been out of the water a while and I’d made promised to meet up with folks. However when I woke up, I felt HORRIBLE. Oh my god. Wow. The fact I got out of bed at all was kind of amazing.
I took my 7’0 quad out. It was actually pretty fun, between waves of agony.
I kept pushing myself to keep going, before finally giving up and washing in. I wound up spending some serious time in the parking lot sitting on the ground being miserable.
This was enough to finally motivate me to go to the doctor, so there’s some good in my bad decision. Doc said I have the flu and was really dehydrated. No surf for me till I’m 100%. In the mean time, I’m gonna crawl back in bed and be properly miserable for a while. UNNNGNGG