I was toast...my third consecutive day windsurfing, now in an exhilarating but challenging shredfest at Sebonac Inlet (psychochop, major gusts and lulls...read all about it on Jeff's blog.) By late afternoon I didn't have the strength to do anything but hook in and hold on overpowered, so even though it was now blowing 25, I got off the water. An attempt at being sensible.
Fifteen minutes later, Jeff comes by. He's just had the best jump of his life. He is stoked. And he describes his newfound joy of the silence of catching air...that lovely hole in the sound of windsurfer blasting through chop, when the board leaves the water and flies...how great that is...how every moment of silence means a higher, longer jump...and how he wants more. He paints a perfect picture of the bliss of jumping, and then adds that it's too bad I'm too tired to get any more of that.
Bastard. I'M IN PAIN!
But of course I rigged a smaller sail and went back out.
(Photo by Jeff.)
Of course you did! ;)
Posted by: Joe Rouse | June 25, 2007 at 09:41 AM