Mortality sucks
So I have not posted in a long time and for that I am sorry. This has been do to a few things. Mainly I have not had anything worthy of posting and have been really busy with work.
So I decided to take off Friday and go out to Montauk for the weekend. I just wanted to get away and also be in a place where I would not be as tempted to smoke (I quite on Monday). I left Brooklyn at 12:30Am and arrived in Montauk one hour and forty six minutes later a new record.
So Friday around 6:00PM I decided to go Kayaking and see If I could catch a few blues to round out my dinner. To get to the point I nearly drowned. It was sort of scary. I managed to get past the first (shore) break no problem but when I charged the second break I realized right away that the waves were much bigger than I had anticipated. I did not bring my glasses with me to the beach as I did not want to lose them so I misjudged the second break. Ordinarily this is no big deal. If you flip over you get back in or if need be you swim back to shore (although it is a bit of a long swim). The problem today is that the water was very cold and I had to keep getting back in the boat every time I flipped so I would not go numb. After the fourth or fifth capsize I decided to just hang onto the boat and let the big set of waves pass. So at this point I am a bit worried. I am exhausted from my 5 miles weighted run and floating in the cold cold choppy Atlantic four and a half football fields from shore. The waves are pounding me into the little Kayak that is my only floatation. I wrap my arm through the leg straps and try to remove any space between myself and the boat so that when the waves hit it I don't dislocate anything too bad. I wait for five minutes thinking about how this set of waves just keeps coming and coming, About now there is no one on the beach and it has started to rain. The sky has blackened and I am most likely not even visible from shore anymore. I realize that my legs and torso and left arm are numb. I know my right arm is not numb cause it is cramped up. I have no choice but to keep holding on to the kayak though as if I let go it is crab food time for this would be fisherman. After what seemed like ages I saw a break in the waves and decided to make a move. I managed to right the boat and get half my body on it only to be slammed by another wave. I look to see how far off shore I am but a fog has rolled in and I can't see it. I need to stop fucking around and get out of this 50 degree water or I am dead. I position the bow of the boat towards the waves managed to get myself behind the boat and start to pull myself up like and inch worm. I had to let go of the strap to do this so if I got knocked off again it was end game. I managed to get up and crest a wave and then I found the paddle tether and started pulling in the paddle. Paddle now in hand I spun the Kayak around and decided the only way I was getting in was to surf one of these fucking waves. I caught a medium sized one and was one my way towards where the beach should be. Once I was out of the grip of the second break I had the shore break to deal with. By now it had gotten much bigger and that meant that I had to get out of the Kayak again. I did not have the energy to swim in so decided to surf a wave and just before it crested and smashed the boat as it clearly would I would bail out and hope it did not smash it into me. So just as I threw myself off the left side of the Kayak I managed to see the nose of the thing hit almost vertically into the sand. I hear the crunch of reinforced plastic bending and breaking and then I am in knee deep water. I crawl out of the sea and manage to pull what is left of the kayak out on to the beach. At this point I realize a small group of attractive 20 somethings have gathered to witness the last few minutes of my ordeal. I storm right past them and go right up to the house. I leave the boat on the beach and head right for a hot shower and liquids. It took me almost two hours to stop shivering and even then I was still in the zone mentally.
Sorry for the length of this post but I wanted to document this story so I can marvel at my miss judgment in years to come.
I miss all of you guys terribly and hope to see many of you soon.
So I decided to take off Friday and go out to Montauk for the weekend. I just wanted to get away and also be in a place where I would not be as tempted to smoke (I quite on Monday). I left Brooklyn at 12:30Am and arrived in Montauk one hour and forty six minutes later a new record.
So Friday around 6:00PM I decided to go Kayaking and see If I could catch a few blues to round out my dinner. To get to the point I nearly drowned. It was sort of scary. I managed to get past the first (shore) break no problem but when I charged the second break I realized right away that the waves were much bigger than I had anticipated. I did not bring my glasses with me to the beach as I did not want to lose them so I misjudged the second break. Ordinarily this is no big deal. If you flip over you get back in or if need be you swim back to shore (although it is a bit of a long swim). The problem today is that the water was very cold and I had to keep getting back in the boat every time I flipped so I would not go numb. After the fourth or fifth capsize I decided to just hang onto the boat and let the big set of waves pass. So at this point I am a bit worried. I am exhausted from my 5 miles weighted run and floating in the cold cold choppy Atlantic four and a half football fields from shore. The waves are pounding me into the little Kayak that is my only floatation. I wrap my arm through the leg straps and try to remove any space between myself and the boat so that when the waves hit it I don't dislocate anything too bad. I wait for five minutes thinking about how this set of waves just keeps coming and coming, About now there is no one on the beach and it has started to rain. The sky has blackened and I am most likely not even visible from shore anymore. I realize that my legs and torso and left arm are numb. I know my right arm is not numb cause it is cramped up. I have no choice but to keep holding on to the kayak though as if I let go it is crab food time for this would be fisherman. After what seemed like ages I saw a break in the waves and decided to make a move. I managed to right the boat and get half my body on it only to be slammed by another wave. I look to see how far off shore I am but a fog has rolled in and I can't see it. I need to stop fucking around and get out of this 50 degree water or I am dead. I position the bow of the boat towards the waves managed to get myself behind the boat and start to pull myself up like and inch worm. I had to let go of the strap to do this so if I got knocked off again it was end game. I managed to get up and crest a wave and then I found the paddle tether and started pulling in the paddle. Paddle now in hand I spun the Kayak around and decided the only way I was getting in was to surf one of these fucking waves. I caught a medium sized one and was one my way towards where the beach should be. Once I was out of the grip of the second break I had the shore break to deal with. By now it had gotten much bigger and that meant that I had to get out of the Kayak again. I did not have the energy to swim in so decided to surf a wave and just before it crested and smashed the boat as it clearly would I would bail out and hope it did not smash it into me. So just as I threw myself off the left side of the Kayak I managed to see the nose of the thing hit almost vertically into the sand. I hear the crunch of reinforced plastic bending and breaking and then I am in knee deep water. I crawl out of the sea and manage to pull what is left of the kayak out on to the beach. At this point I realize a small group of attractive 20 somethings have gathered to witness the last few minutes of my ordeal. I storm right past them and go right up to the house. I leave the boat on the beach and head right for a hot shower and liquids. It took me almost two hours to stop shivering and even then I was still in the zone mentally.
Sorry for the length of this post but I wanted to document this story so I can marvel at my miss judgment in years to come.
I miss all of you guys terribly and hope to see many of you soon.