Damn, today was a good day. I went to class, went to work, blah blah blah. On my way home I thought to myself, “Why don’t I go to the beach?” So off I went past 56, exiting offa Del Mar Heights, taking it all the way down to the beach. I got to the shore, busted out my altoids, then body boarded a lil’ bit. It was sooooo nice going to the beach again.
Nothing clears my head more than being out in the ocean; Nothing makes me feel more free. And damn were the waves nice. There were a lotta surfers (and hella more headin out when I was leaving), and I got to see some nice rides and some horrendous wipeouts. Myself? I just went to catch 3 good waves. The first wave was just my typical ride it for awhile, then get thrown offAnd even better was the way I felt after realizing I made well on my promise to go to the beach every week (starting week 2 haha).
Everyone in San Diego should make that promise to themselves. It’s your personal 3 hour vacation from the world.