6/30/20
Yesterday I caved to my temptations. Surfing is an addiction. For real. Because of this I started to stray from my goal of learning heel- and kick-flips. I had been avoiding the work of building a strong, foundational ollie.
Not today though. I did not succumb to ruse of Benthesikyme today. I firmly grounded myself back in reality, accepting this fact of the matter: I do not live in a coastal surf community. I am not a local at my favorite breaks. Repeat after me:
I am not a local. I am a kook.
I am not a local. I am a kook.
I am not a local. I am a kook.
After accepting this reality, I began my repentance. 100 ollies. The rain was falling yet again. With the garage door open there was a slightly pleasant breeze, but it was no match for the humidity. Around ollie number 34 I was in a puddle of my own sweat. My heart was racing. This was a good workout!
Here’s a video of my workout set to a super-righteous christian song about repenting sins. I really hope this moves viewers and touches their hearts. Rad.
Too much? Yea, I think so… Remember kids, Jesus is the way.
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