Dithering

You know what I mean. You wake up, look out the window (well, if you're me), see nice little waves and people on them. But then you go make coffee, check your email, feed the cat, make some oatmeal, wash your face, look out the window again, think about what you won't get to do today if you go surfing for two hours, think about whether you're OK with that, check the surf report online (WHYYYYYYY? To confirm what I already saw with my own eyes?), brush your teeth, make a phone call...

And then it's two hours later. And I swear, the minute I got out there, all the good surfers got out of the water. Cause they knew: wind was turning around. Or maybe they just figure I change the wind around with my powers. From that moment forward, the nicely shaped waves turned to slop.

So the lesson is this: Grab a power bar and go before it's too late.

However crappy the waves were, I got three rides in less than an hour, so I actually had fun.

Oh yeah, on the last wave I actually turned intentionally. Well, I guess I did. Some guy was coming at me and I successfully avoided him.