I think I’m going to give my kiteboard a break for a while and let it rest. I have done what I came to do this season, which was; learn how to go upwind, learn how to go left, learn how to stay out there longer then 9 minutes, and spend a day on the beach without getting my kite wet.

My first instructor told me that when it comes to kitesurfing “A day you go without injury is a good day” and I think he was right.

 

As the weather gets cooler, the stingrays come out to the waters edge to get warm, and on Tuesday of this week, I felt something slither past my foot every time I stepped into the water. EVERY TIME I stepped into the water! I shuffled my feet, and I must admit the idea that those nasty little fuckers are in there leaves me a little un-nerved.

 

 

Yup, that’s right, My old Buddy Ray.

 

Ray lashed at me, and missed(praises cheeses) but on his recoil, sliced the tip of my toe open with his razor-sharp barb. YIKES! That Hurt! I’m only grateful he nailed me AFTER I was done with my day. I was ready to go anyway. I got to the showers and my toes was gushing blood all over the place. “Cool!” I thought, normally I would be woozy and on the verge of passing out, but thanks to my new drug Norpace CR, I can totally handle it- I wrapped it up in a paper towel, stowed my gear and kite, and split up the beach looking for a lifeguard.

 

 

Yesterday I came off the water to the beach too fast and my foot got caught in my footstrap and “crunch!”, I thought I broke it. I have a nice sized bruise running across the top of my right foot now, but no break.