My usual internet beach report data source is offline. It's a great resource with a camera pointed at the beach and a weather station showing the last 72-hours worth of data. But it wasn't working so I used an alternative, which lead me to believe it was a little too windy. The NOAA weather forecast told me Sunday would have less wind. Well...
I got word mid-day on Saturday that the morning had been clean enough to surf, although not great waves. I had already missed my window to go to the beach, and I was hopeful I had made the right choice to wait for Sunday. I knew hadn't at 5am Sunday when the wind reports were in the double-digits in some places, and the waves went from small and clean (Saturday) to small and junky Sunday.
There should be a word for that feeling when you realized you've made a mistake, but it's 24-hours too late to fix it, and you'll have to wait a whole work week to make up for it. "Adulthood" kinda works, but feels cynical. "Hindsight is 20/20" is similar, but doesn't describe the feeling. It needs to convey regret, with nobody to blame but yourself, but also knowing you were trying to make the best decision. The opposite, driving to the beach on Saturday to find it un-surf-able, then to find Sunday is better but you can't go, is worse. I think it's worse because at least on Saturday I was productive taking care of chores and rushing through a board repair. After a bit of moping, I was productive on Sunday too. No wasted gas, no wasted time. I even got some exercise. Very little, but more than nothing.
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