It appears as if that routine might be a thing of the past. Cold mornings mean cold bodies in the water, and the water isn't all that warm anymore either. As much as I don't want to admit it, the sun might be setting on my skimboard season.
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
A Sad Realization
My normal Thursday morning routine consists of a couple things. Hitting the snooze a couple times because 6:30 comes very early. Drag myself out of bed around 7, get dressed, grab my board and head downstairs. Jump in my buddy Kent's car and pick up some breakfast on our way to the beach. We'd session the beach for a couple hours and then head back into the city and get ready for work.
It appears as if that routine might be a thing of the past. Cold mornings mean cold bodies in the water, and the water isn't all that warm anymore either. As much as I don't want to admit it, the sun might be setting on my skimboard season.
It appears as if that routine might be a thing of the past. Cold mornings mean cold bodies in the water, and the water isn't all that warm anymore either. As much as I don't want to admit it, the sun might be setting on my skimboard season.
