This morning I awoke, sore and stiff. The little man was requesting a story from his Pack N Play, three feet away. A glance at the clock revealed a time of 5:50 am. Success! We are almost on Pacific time, only 8 days into vacation. This morning's sleep-in, however, was tempered with the aches in my arms, shoulders and back.
As quickly as my non-cooperative body allowed, I dressed the wee man and whisked him off to another Starbucks breakfast. We then strolled down the path, through the palms and pines to playground for a view over the bluffs of the sand and surf.
Today's gentle orderly rollers and clear blue sky quickly revealed why my body was complaining so much - so these are ideal surfing conditions. The questions from the surf shop the day before now made perfect sense upon seeing these perfect waves. Yesterday's pounding white-capped random chaos, although fun, may explain our inability to actually ride any waves as well as my body's bruises, at least that's my story.
Little man, don't wait as long as your old man to learn how to surf. And when you do, start with a day like today.