I was at the beach yesterday watching my son surf. It was a beautiful day at The Cove in Cape May NJ and the waves were long and clean. A great day for the longboarders to enjoy one of the last real ‘nice’ days of the year.
There were probably fifteen to twenty surfers spread between the breaks and all were wearing
wet suit shoes or ‘booties as they are called, all except my son, Christian,
“I dont know how he’s doing it” I heard from more then one of the surfers who emerged from the water onto the beach to walk back to the jetty. “Is the water really cold?” I asked
It was repeatedly a profound “Yes”.
Now I would gladly buy my son a new pair of booties if he asked. He hasnt asked nor does he seem to care. “Aren’t your feet cold” I ask over again “Im fine” he exclaims.
As I sat on the beach feeling sort of like a ‘bad dad’ because my son is in the surf with no booties and I keep having to explain to people “he says he’s fine” when they notice he has’nt any boots on. I wondered and corrolated this phenomenon to life in general.
He is so passionate about his surfing and is willing to tolerate the pain to the point of not even knowing it exists. Passion, is human nature at its greatest potential
