the big push

The last couple months have been crammed full of highs and lows. When I saw highs, I really mean lows. But when I say lows, I really mean really fucking low lows. I fucked up and waited too damm long to have my artificial hip redone. In my case, ignoring a bunch of everyday pain for so long was a bad choice. The result was the addition of a fist sized bone graft in my hip socket thanks to a cadaver. Think of it all as a sandwich top to bottom...my hip/bonegraft/new titanium hip socket and screws/new thin plastic liner/new ceramic ball/old spike down center of femur/femur. Good times. The healing process flat out sucked. Lots of bullshit physical therapy getting me nowhere except deeper inside the pain cave. Everyday, everything was painful. Usually I just fight through the pain and build some muscle, and maybe stretch a little and things start feeling better eventually. Eventually took 2 months. And that's today. But 2 months is just too long with out much adventure. I'm over IT. Time for change... Step 1....Last week I scored a 1975 Boler Special Edition, or The Escape Pod as we like to call it. I'm gonna camp for a few weeks. And ride my bicycle alot. Step 2...got a new jobby job in Reno, Nevada, so I'm moving there and starting August 20th. Stoked. 5 hours away from surfing on weekends. A foot in the door towards a return to Santa Barbara. Step 3...focus on ME, and fuck everybody else. Gonna get all jocked out and strong for a while. Need to get everything powerful just in case I feel the need to shred Tahoe this winter. Working hard now. Getting strong now.