Yesterday morning I was a super hot mess of epic proportions falling off my board with weak unbalanced arms and hair in my face. Part of it was because I was on a board two feet smaller than I was used to, but the main part was because I am so uncoordinated. But at least I got out there by myself and kept at it. Plus the sting ray I'm fairly certain I stepped on didn't sting me. I'm going to start chalking up any time spent in the glorious ocean where a sting ray doesn't sting me as a successful session.
Image courtesy of Dave McGovern
