Low Tide

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Surf: 12.8 ft at 11.4 s from the NW at 307° Low Tide

After this mornings freezing cold, hard work, face fears-a-thon, mid morning was a fun, waist high longboard session in the warm sun.

Darren and I grabbed lunch and watched a few little longboard lines roll in.

By this time Pleasure Point was looking blown out and crowded, but this little spot was just fine. A little slow, but fine.

Got in plenty of nose riding practice (or face planting practice, whichever is more accurate), some party waves, and sunburn.

Nice afternoon.

High Tide

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Surf: 13.1 ft at 11.4 s from NW at 306° High tide.

I’ve been working hard over the last few months to overcome all the fear I was left with after last year’s bigger days. I took the breath holding class, I’ve been working on getting my confidence back little by little.

Today was a big leap. It was pretty solid out at Pleasure Point. Probably 6-8 feet, occasionally a little bigger. The tide was high so the waves were a bit gentler, but the cold cold air still packed quite a bite. There was ice and frost everywhere as we suited up.

I’d been reading Jaimal Yogis’ “The Fear Project” over the past few weeks. For me the biggest takeaways were: prepare and slow down.

Prepare for facing the thing you’re afraid of. If it’s an extreme sport: train, plan routes, study the break, work out, take a breath holding class, learn from others who have faced this before.

Slow down. One thing I’d really noticed in dealing with my fear was I kept putting myself in worse positions by either scrambling to get out of the way of a wave (using up all my energy) or being indecisive and choosing though inaction.

For me, taking this on involved a few steps:

  1. Admitting I was scared. Denying I was scared meant paddling out, right to the peak, and just getting clobbered again and again. Tenacity and stubbornness were getting me more of the same clobberings rather than teaching me how to deal with the situation. Admitting I was scared and using my fear to be smarter about my choices proved to be much more valuable.
  2. Preparing for uncomfortable situations by taking Hanli Prinsloo’s class, working out, and practicing on smaller waves helped me learn a lot about what I am capable of. I now know on a good breath I’ve got about two minutes where everything will be just fine, much longer if I can stand the discomfort and the underwater somersaults. Sure I haven’t timed a real breath hold in surf conditions, but it’s a good reminder that hey: I’ve got air.
  3. Slowing down when I see a wave coming and my heart sinks. I’ve tried to be more aware so I see the wave coming from farther off, decide if I can make it out and over easily or if paddling further out will just put me in the impact zone where sitting still would leave me dealing with the wash rather than the lip. If it looks like the latter, I slow down, try to stay calm, get a good breath and take the hit as calmly as I can. Being calm in the water, so far, has lead to less violent tumbling underwater. I’ve also had better luck keeping the board safely with me by being calm. The larger boards especially seem to get torn out of my hands when I’m holding them too tightly.
  4. Being kind to myself when I make a mistake. This one’s been pretty hard. When I first encountered this problem, I didn’t want to back down. I held myself up to this imaginary standard and felt being scared was a sign of weakness. It was a sign of weakness. It was a sign I was making some bad decisions in the water and I needed to spend more time thinking things through. But not all weakness is failure and not all failures are permanent. Going easy on myself has lead to much more improvement than forcing myself to do everything the hard way so as not to feel weak.

I realized through this process that I’d always sort of felt that other people weren’t scared. Jaimal’s book was a reminder that fear is pretty universal, some people simply practice facing it more effectively.

The results of all this?

Well, I got a bunch of overhead, fun waves today. I didn’t get clobbered. I didn’t spend the whole morning running away. There was even some spray thrown off a top turn or two.

I’m sure I’ll have plenty of heart-in-my-stomach moments and plenty of really unpleasant beatdowns, but here’s to learning to facing it a little more effectively.

Getting somewhere

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Surf: 7.6 ft at 16.0 s from WNW at 296° Low and incoming tide.

After Wednesday I had pretty low expectations and a pretty high frustration level.

I brought my longboard and I’m glad I did. Fun lefts! Nothing perfect, but fun. Plus it doesn’t hurt to feel competent. Oh and there was a whale. And sunshine.

The whole morning got me thinking. There were plenty of closeouts today. Sure it was a little smaller than wednesday and there was a bigger chance of the wave staying open, but still closed out for sure. This problem I’ve had with closeouts started with me getting clobbered last winter over and over again. It seems to be worse when I’m on a smaller board, probably because I can’t get into waves as early and have to deal with a steeper drop. But it seems like it shouldn’t be THAT much easier on a log. I’d really like to figure this out. As much as I love riding my longboard, I’m getting tired of the frustration on my shorter boards.

Fat lip

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Surf: 6.9 ft at 12.9 s from WNW at 289°. Low, outgoing tide.

I snuck out early for a sunset surf, hoping conditions had cleaned up since yesterday. They had not.

There were corners here and there, but for the most part the waves closed out. I didn’t get into anything on the shorter board, so I paddled around, ducking here and there. One failed duck dive, my face went right into the rail. Oww. Thankfully it only bled for a few moments, and didn’t puff up too bad. It didn’t help with me feeling competent, but otherwise no harm done.

Stayed out till it was almost dark, rode some whitewater in.

This shorter board stuff is so hit of miss. Some days I’m on, the rest, skunked. So frustrating!

Drop

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Surf: 11.2 ft at 16.0 s from the WNW at 297°

Last week’s winds seem to have teamed up with this morning’s unfavorable tides to make the surf less than exciting looking from the shore. I’d been out of the water for a week, so I passed on the usual spot and went looking for something working a little better.

That’s not to saw what I found was any better. It was passable and passable seemed worth getting wet for.

For the most part, waves were warbly, reflecting, or closed out, but I managed to sneak in one really nice drop.

I’ve been poking around on my Vaquero lately, picking up mushy beach break waves rather that waves with a little more push. This wave had some push. I forgot my little board could go that fast.

I took a wide bottom turn, way out in front of the wave, leaning super far into the face, just holding on by my toes. The board snapped up into the pocket like those little hulls do. Now this would have been the makings of a _great_ wave (for the day that is), but as I set up to take the line, the whole wave started pitching over and I jumped into the face hoping to avoid get smacked by the lip. Not only did it not work, but I should’ve just gone for it. Ahh well.

Oh, the guy in the photo I took for today’s surf, made the wave, got a nice drop, then claimed it big time. 😀
It made me smile. On days like today you need all the wins you can get.

Midday Surf

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Surf: 4.3 ft at 12.9 s from W at 277°

Ugh. I woke up feeling like craaaaap. Chris couldn’t surf and I’d overslept so Brien was already at the beach and suiting up. I wasn’t feeling another round of noodle arms at Ocean Beach so I buried myself under the covers and sulked back to sleep.

Around the tide change I decided I needed to get over my grumpiness and go to work or get out and surf before the new swell and winds hit. I drug myself out of the house and down to the beach.

Sun. So much sun. Sun and whales jumping. Sometimes midday surfing just seems too perfect to be real (that’s what the crowds are for, to keep the fantasy in check. Winds too if you’re really unlucky.)

I jumped into my wetsuit superquick and found a spot in the crowd.

Waves were mellow but with some fun long rides. I caught plenty on the 6’10, falling on my face a few times due to lack of wax. But I did manage a few competent swooping ones. Wheee.

Tide came up and headed to work.

Still not feeling 100%, but a little better.

Fishy fishy fish

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Surf: 2.6 ft at 15.4 s from the W at 262°

Beamer let me borrow a 5’10 quad fish he’d learned on. I’ve had it in a corner waiting for me to stop battling with my 6’10 for a few sessions to take it out.

Ocean Beach was looking mellow enough today to give it a shot.

After paddling and paddling and paddling I finally made it out. While to board is a breeze to duck dive, it’s a workout to paddle.

I’ve been working on challenging my scaredy-catness, but being on a new board might have been too much to tackle all at once. I almost got in to one wave, but just missed it. Others I was way too outside for. Others I completely panicked trying to duck under because I was too far inside. Sigh.

I did manage to finally get an inside wave in.

The board seems fun. I’m looking forward to trying it out on some easier waves to better get the hang of it. Hopefully one day it’ll be zipping along at Ocean Beach nice and happy.

Not skunked!

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Surf: 7.6 ft at 14.8 s from WNW at 294°. Rising mid tide.

Yessss. Finally getting waves on my 6’10 again.

It’s such a relief after struggling and struggling. The waves I got weren’t amazing, but they were waves and there were plenty of them. I’m trying to work on committing to waves, giving a few extra paddles, and popping up quick. I still missed a few waves, but it’s nice just to get moving around again. I really want to get the hang of this board.

Nearly Skunked

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Surf: 4.9 ft at 16.0 s from WNW at 295°. High tide.

Hmm.

I was hoping there was enough energy in the water to get my favorite little spot working despite the tide. There wasn’t. Instead it was a mix of long lulls, broken up by HUGE closeouts and small peeling waves. I’d decided to give my little board another shot, but was getting nowhere.

I get into such a headgame when it’s closing out. I’m fine on the big board (which is way more of a battering ram in those conditions,) but on the little board I’m stuck. I just don’t commit and as a result, I don’t get into waves. I paddled around, trying to keep warm, before heading south.

Facing total skunkage, I swapped boards with Andrew. He had a rad 8’4 hot gen hully thing. Super smooth. I finally got something. First time riding leashless and of course I blew it and lost the board on a closeout set. Sigh. No harm done except to my pride. Fun to watch Andrew cruising around on my 6’10.

I gotta figure out whatever’s not working right between me and that board. I’m at that point where I have to decide if I keep frustrating myself trying to get past the holdup, or go back to my 9’4 for the winter so I feel like I actually know how to surf. Hmm.

Sheltered

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Surf: 7.9 ft at 20.0 s from WNW at 288°

With all the local spots all time epic huge and dazzling, I headed north for some less-than-epic waist high Bo waves.

Fun drive up putting the car through it’s paces, but averageish to slightly above averageish surf. When I first got there, it was punchy but small. I got in some nice long rides, swooping back between right and left trying to dodge the sections. It was fun. I was satisfied with my more-cutback-like cutbacks.

Got to see a stingray and the sun set behind the Farallones. That’s good enough for me.