Obsession

You were never a morning person.  Now you set your alarm to 5:00 am.  You’re happy to hear the buzzing alarm.  You head to the breaks at 5:30am and its sixty degrees out.  You’re not complaining.  You slip your wetsuit on, grab your board and jump into 50 degree water.  You’re smiling.

Instead of checking your Facebook wall, your checking surfline at 6:30am at several beaches for the best breaks.

You’re always trying to get shorter.

You trade your small two door coup for a truck or a CRV to house your board.

You’re always wearing these type of shorts even in the winter:

You’re home page to Youtube is recommending 20 surfing videos.

You constantly feel the rock of the Ocean at work after a good session in the morning.

You’re surfing three to four days a week even though you live 30 miles from the nearest beach.

You get tired of people telling you “Nice tan”.

In match.com, instead of describing your perfect mate, you put one thing:  “Must be able to surf.”

You get this weird tan that starts from your forehead to your adam's apple.

You get burn marks on your cheek bones.

You stop hanging with people that don’t surf.

‘Kook’, ‘Dude’ and ‘Man’ become part of your every day speech.

You’re better at predicting weather patterns than a meteorologist.

Instead of planning a dream vacation to Europe or Las Vegas, you instead plan surfing trips to places like Scorpian Bay, Escondindo or Jaws.

You’re tan is from your head to the bottom of your neck and your hands are way darker than your arms.

You’re always dreaming off the water spilling of your rails.

When the sun goes down and your with your buddies having an outstanding session, you tell each other “UNO MAS!” ten times before ever heading to the shore.

Obsession.