But it’s not EXACTLY what you think.
It’s not THAT kind of performance anxiety.
I tricked you and I know it’s not nice to do, but, well, I have no excuse.
I felt like it.
Surf’s been up here in Southern California. A few tropical storms brought a high surf advisory — thus creating a happy tugboat man.
He’s always in a great mood when he can surf or ride his stand-up paddle boards.
When he was around eight years old, he lived in Kauai and was friendly with Elizabeth Taylor‘s nephew — always disappointed that he never caught of glimpse of her. He also went to elementary school with Laird Hamilton — that very famous surfer.
My tugboat man has saltwater in his blood.
On Saturday, he told me to get ready to go to the beach and bring my camera so I could shoot vid of him shredding and getting barreled and tubed and mastering the wild surf.
This was definitely too big for me to make another attempt at reinventing myself as Gidget. (Click HERE to read all about ME.)
It was a beautiful, perfectly perfect beach day.
Even a few seashells, but nothing like Florida. Cute shorebirds.
A a proud and loyal wife, I planted myself on the sand with my Canon Rebel T3i zooming in on my tugboat man.
I didn’t want to miss a single wave.
Off he goes!
Nice boat – there’s my tugboat man, ready to shred!
Is he here? Did he catch this one? Or this one? How about this wave? Do you see my tugboat man?Nope, neither do I.
I don’t have a tripod (note to self to get one) and my arms were soo tired.
I gave up, sat down, and read a book.
When my tugboat man finally came out of the water, he just couldn’t understand what happened.
He’s a really good surfer and had been catching TONS of waves — UNTIL I got there.
Not a single wave. Not ONE.
See, performance anxiety, right?
Just not the kind you were thinking of.
Update: To prove he wasn’t suffering from any long term surfing decline, he went back out without me for an “evening glass off session” (surfing terminology) and returned having caught at least a dozen waves.
I think I jinxed him. Oops.
P.S. In case you were wondering, I got hub’s permission before writing a post about this delicate subject matter. I would never want to embarrass him in a public forum. Privately? Well, that’s a different matter entirely! LOL