After 15 consecutive days of surfing, today I didn't surf at all. The last few days the waves have been really, really small, and today they disappeared completely. If the forecast is to be believed, we won't have any real waves again until Friday.
As tragedies go, this one is fairly convenient, insofar as it makes it easier to force myself to take a day or two off and hopefully heal the bruised rib that I've been trying my best to ignore for the past few days. After all I've done for that surfboard, the very first chance it got it karate-chopped me right in the thorax. A bruised rib is certainly not incapacitating, but it has made getting on and off the surfboard rather less pleasant than normal, and slowed me down a bit in the paddling and popup departments.
The silver lining is that the incident has helped me solve the problem of what to name my surfboard. After much consideration I have settled upon Cato.
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