When I returned to San Diego (after miraculously not getting delayed in the airport even with several connecting flights), I immediately launched myself into finishing a work project with a time sensitive deadline that I had put off during the holidays. All turned out well but last week was filled with hustling to get the project done on time. I can now breathe a big sigh of relief and make sure I continue to post the latest happenings in the life of KD on the internet.
I learned a very valuable lesson yesterday: respect the ocean. Actually, the title of my sad surfing experience yesterday should have probably been, "The Ocean Kicks Kristin's Ass." Which is good, I guess. Everyone needs a good butt kicking now and then to bring them back down to earth. As I've blogged about before, I am in the process of learning how to surf. My previous attempts have been largely in amiable conditions where the waves were small and relatively consistent. Yesterday's session consisted of a constant pounding of large waves coupled with wicked winds. Trying to paddle out with an 8'6" longboard in these conditions is not pleasant. I spent about an hour trying to get out and then gave up. To make matters worse, even carrying a longboard around with wind like that is horrible. My board got blown over as I was taking the soft rack off my car downtown and now has a small ding. It was a very sad day and my calves are aching from trying to brace against the waves yesterday. Hopefully my next surfing experience will be more pleasant...
