01 March 2016

School of Hard Knocks

Tourmaline was pretty fun this morning, with long, carvable waves under head-high. That is, until the end when I took off too late on a breaking set wave and got rolled, the rail of my longboard hitting the back of my head with a crack that I heard and felt.
Google Photos panorama. There really weren't any clones.
I belly-rode the next wave in and waited until Mike got out. He's an emergency room doctor, so I might as well make use of that. I guess my demeanor convinced him I wasn't concussed because he said my skull is too hard to worry about it. I soft-punched him in the shoulder, and he told me to ice my head and eat ice cream.

Although I don't understand about the ice cream, doctor's orders....

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