A miracle

Yesterday, something miraculous happened. Yesterday, I stood up on my surfboard and rode not one, but a few Costa Rican waves. It wasn't pretty, nor was it graceful, and yes there were injuries, but man, it happened, and it felt good.

Truth be told, it would have been quite embarrassing had I not stood up yesterday. I mean, our instructor, Yeudi, is the baby amongst the instructors, and we have an inkling (or more than an inkling) that he was getting shit for our shittiness, which is, by the way, clearly our fault and not at all his fault.

So basically we decided it was time to stop being an embarrassment to our surfing instructor. Thus, the miracle.