I freely admit I am a lousy surfer, even thought I’ve been surfing since I was fourteen. Hey, I wasn’t born with any natural athletic ability so sports come tough to me. It’s okay, I just do my best and enjoy myself, whenever I get on the water with my board.
Since I live on Florida’s Gulf Coast, where we don’t have surf, my boyfriend and I have to drive 160 miles to Brevard County to surf at the Atlantic Coast, which is always fun. I like it over there and the local surfers welcome outsiders as long as you don’t behave like a jerk. And there are so many sexy guys sitting on their boards on the lineup, waiting for waves. Surfing requires a lot of physical work, so most surfers are built: nice arms, shoulders, and chests. Yummy …. 😉
Outside the sun is shining but it;s only 50 degrees F and the damned wind continues to blow at a steady 15 MPH clip, right out of the north, which will make my daily walk unpleasant and my two-mile run this afternoon a complete chore. The wind has been blowing nonstop for the past four days and I’m getting damned tired of it. I don’t mind the cool temperatures at all, just the wind.
This afternoon I need to visit our island wine market to stock my shelf. And tonight I will drive into the city to visit an old friend. We’ll have a few beers and grab some takeout for dinner. It’s our weekly ritual and I always enjoy it.
Have a nice Thursday, friends.