I don’t know that ten really means anything except as a base for the decimal system, but there’s something compelling about things that come in ten. On the tenth of January, I took the kayak down to the beach – empty thanks to the steady rain – and paddled south to practice some surf landings. Ten surf landings, of course. On my first run into the beach, I thought the swell is too small to count, but as I sat in the whitewater zone looking for a break to paddle back out, I saw that the waves were over my head and so qualify as “surf to 1.0 metre.”
It has been tough training for an assessment alone. I have no-one to run scenarios or act as a crash test dummie for rescues, so I’ve been doing my best running scenarios in my head and working on my own paddle skills. On January 5th, half of ten, Doug and I went paddling, just paddling, out to North Head into a northerly wind and then the sprint to come back catching runners. I caught lots of runners. It’s the tenth of January and I’ve got eight days to go – providing the conditions cooperate.
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