When my wife is on a conference call for work, Chucho, Lucia and I go for a two-mile walk, a lot of it along the beach.
On yesterday's jaunt, I noticed the waves weren't half-bad. I made silent plans to surf today and came through.
I got out there early enough to avoid tide issues and was bummed to see there just wasn't much of anything.
I caught a right and did a pump before mistiming the lip. It surprised me with how quickly it threw. Given how close I was too shore, that should've been readily apparent...
I grimaced as I flopped over the wasted section. My right knee all of a sudden was killing me; a victim of a subtle wrenching?
I caught some little piddlers and the knee pain was still there. I could pump through them, but I was jamming my knee up and down with no payoff. I got a long left, relatively speaking, and got some speed going but was once again surprised by the timing of the wave and ended up attacking it sideways. I flopped onto the trough of the wave and called it a day to not further injure my knee.