Curve-Ball
The lease fell through. My hometown is considerably turning upside down. 3 shootings in the past 2 weeks was enough for the landlord. She wants out, and it's difficult to sell when someone is renting. It felt like it was all a lie, but you can never trust anyone to give the straight truth.
The moving plans were canceled, so I got a chance to really enjoy my Labor Day Weekend. Sunday I went deepsea fishing with my old friend Mark then riding all day sunday and monday.
You'd think we're crazy to go 5-10miles off coast in a 14ft Zodiac platoon boat. We were pacific bound, and after getting through the 10-15 foot swells near Mavericks, I felt at ease. We were able to drop our lures 250ft deep and reel in some good-sized rockfish. This also included a 5ft Spiny Dogfish (shark) that we immediately tossed back. I was getting more bites and reels in than Mark, but he was able to get his prized Lingcod, so he was happy with that. I later got snagged when a rockfish took the bait and pulled the line under a rock. I was done, and my stomach was acting up. Minutes passed, and the sickness grew. I had to chum up the waters, so I did. There's no better sickness when throwing up actually relieves all your symptoms permenantly. My hurls were comical. The kind that you'd expect a friend to laugh when you fell. 1 more catch and it would have all been worth the trip. I was ready to go back to shore.
Mark was still fishing. He promised that after the next catch we'd go back to shore. He gets a bite, starts reeling in, then freezes. Something's wrong, and I had to see what he saw. He pushes me back and says, "there's a Great White down there, GET BACK!" He had apparently been shadowing us for some time. He was looking right at us 20 ft below. His catch was fighting, so he fought back. This didn't turn out well for the fish. The shark took them immediately and his reel spun like crazy. I still wanted to get a good shot on my camera, but it was too late. I rummaged for a knife to cut the line, then we headed straight back to shore.
I didn't think much about not moving. In-fact, after getting back, filleting the fish, and sleeping off the afternoon, I drove back home, rested, and got-up for a 75 mile ride sunday morning with a repeat on monday. I'm excelling in cycling so much, that I'm strongly considering tp race as a career. I get stronger everyday, and my base right now is insane. I figure if I truly work hard at this, I can definately go pro.
Now that a few days have passed, I really want to sort out my living situation. I've lost a lot of interest in my job, and I spend too much time thinking about riding. I feel like my body wants me to go out and breath, and being behind a desk isn't going to help.