I did, in fact, make it to UWF fencing on Friday, but that’s not the most interesting thing that happened to me that day. I went to the beach on Friday morning – my last Friday before going back to the five-day work week – and played around in the surf a bit. The dunes are being restored, and there was a storm rolling in, so the geography of the beach was unusual, and the surf was a little rough. It was a solid yellow flag day – nothing I haven’t been in before.
I had just decided to come back in to shore when I saw a brother and sister (I think) in their early twenties or so coming back to shore as well. She got out of the water without incident, but it looked like he was struggling a little bit, so I went back in. We both had boogie boards, and the waves were getting bigger and bigger, so I when I got to where he was (where we could both touch the ground if there wasn’t a wave coming), I told him to jump right before the next big wave. This part actually worked pretty well. The next part did not.
I made a rough landing in what turned out to be the edge of the “soup.” If you’re unfamiliar with the term, I’ll do my best to explain. In short, it’s the opposite of where you want to be. It’s that area where all the waves break. On Friday, those waves were breaking frequently, and they were big. I was crouched low, but the wave coming my way would have been taller than my height even if I’d been standing up (I”m 5′4″), and there was no way I could get away in time. All I had time to do was curse under my breath and turtle up.
This strategy actually worked pretty well. I credit the swearing for most of my success. I was dragged along the bottom of the gulf (fortunately toward shore), and I had a moment between waves to take a breath and make sure I still had my bathing suit before the next wave came. This next one dragged me even closer to shore, but this time I was able to stand. I even managed to keep all the pieces of my bathing suit (though that second wave was really fresh).
Fortunately, my boogie board was tethered to my wrist, so I didn’t lose it, and the young man managed to get back to his family on shore (possibly with less incident than I did since he didn’t have to waste time covering his decency). At that point I gave everyone the thumbs up and retreated to the bar. I was unscathed except for a skinned knee.
Everything after that is fairly mundane.