I woke up around my customary time of 5am this morning to hop on a couple conference calls with folks from the east coast. Of course, before I did that, I checked the wind. By 9AM my calls were over and there was a window of opportunity for me to go windsurfing. I decided to be a good boy and continuing to work, crossing my fingers for the storm to last into the afternoon. Otherwise my morning would have went like this:
9:00 AM - Stop in donut shop to refuel, begin the drive down to Half Moon Bay in terrible stormy conditions.
10:00 AM - Arrive at Half Moon Bay, change into wetsuit.
10:05 AM - Decide to rig 4.7 and 97L board.
10:10 AM - Wind ramps up to 30 average. It's gonna be a big day! Rig down to 3.7/75.
10:15 AM - Derig bigger gear so it doesn't blow away.
10:20 AM - Get to water. Immediately begin slogging but expect that it's just a lull. Denial Stage.
10:25 AM - Continue slogging, commence four-letter dialect use. Anger stage.
10:30 AM - Slog a bit more, consider rigging larger. Bargaining stage.
10:35 AM - Lay in the water waiting for a water start after a failed pivot jibe. Spit up mouthfuls of storm water. Depression Stage.
10:40 AM - Begin swimming back to the beach. Fire copious snot rockets into the sand and hack up chunky bits of runoff for the next 15 minutes. Acceptance Stage.
10:55 AM - Long, slow drive home on wet roads after an unproductive morning. Grief complete.
So I missed this morning, but at least my wetsuit is dry and ready for the next chance.