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Just when I start to feel somewhat confident in my diving abilities, wham! Reality hits.
My buddy and I decide to head to LBTS for some shore diving. We get out of the car and head down to the beach to check out the conditions. The surf was a little rough, but there were a couple of dive flags out on the reef, so we decided to give it a shot.
I'm struggling a little, but not too bad. I manage to get my fins on and just as I'm about to descend, I get tumbled in a wave and lose a fin. I find it, but it's about 10 feet away, so the chase begins. My buddy is also trying to reach it, but he's schlepping the dive flag, so I wave him off and tell him I'll get it and to just stay there. As soon as I get close enough to touch it, here comes another wave. This game of cat-n-mouse goes on for a bit until me and my fin are washed up near the shore. A kind passerby saw my fin and brought it over to me. OK, great, time to get back in. I'm now on my butt in the sand and I'm trying to figure out the best way to get back out to my buddy, who is patiently waiting and riding out the waves (and probably having a good laugh). I hook my fins on my arm and decide to try and crawl out towards him. No go. For every few feet I crawl, I get knocked back futher on the beach. Ok, next move. I try to crawl back to the beach so I can stand up and walk back out. No go. The opposite happens. I crawl out a few feet, only to get pulled back in. By this time, I am beat. I decide to just relax and let the waves take me where they will. I'm rolling back and forth in the surf for a bit before I finally wash up on shore far enough to avoid the worst of the waves. Now I can crawl effeciently, but I can't stand up. All of my strength is gone, not that I have much to begin with anyway (I'm 4'10" and 115 lbs). I'm on my hands and knees, trying to decide if I want to crawl further away or just take a nap right then and there when my knight in shining armor/buddy arrives and helps me to my feet.
Needless to say, I called the dive and spent the rest of the day cleaning sand out of my gear. I also decided that I need to hit the gym more often.
How embarassing.
Help me feel better about myself and share your embarassing stories!
My buddy and I decide to head to LBTS for some shore diving. We get out of the car and head down to the beach to check out the conditions. The surf was a little rough, but there were a couple of dive flags out on the reef, so we decided to give it a shot.
I'm struggling a little, but not too bad. I manage to get my fins on and just as I'm about to descend, I get tumbled in a wave and lose a fin. I find it, but it's about 10 feet away, so the chase begins. My buddy is also trying to reach it, but he's schlepping the dive flag, so I wave him off and tell him I'll get it and to just stay there. As soon as I get close enough to touch it, here comes another wave. This game of cat-n-mouse goes on for a bit until me and my fin are washed up near the shore. A kind passerby saw my fin and brought it over to me. OK, great, time to get back in. I'm now on my butt in the sand and I'm trying to figure out the best way to get back out to my buddy, who is patiently waiting and riding out the waves (and probably having a good laugh). I hook my fins on my arm and decide to try and crawl out towards him. No go. For every few feet I crawl, I get knocked back futher on the beach. Ok, next move. I try to crawl back to the beach so I can stand up and walk back out. No go. The opposite happens. I crawl out a few feet, only to get pulled back in. By this time, I am beat. I decide to just relax and let the waves take me where they will. I'm rolling back and forth in the surf for a bit before I finally wash up on shore far enough to avoid the worst of the waves. Now I can crawl effeciently, but I can't stand up. All of my strength is gone, not that I have much to begin with anyway (I'm 4'10" and 115 lbs). I'm on my hands and knees, trying to decide if I want to crawl further away or just take a nap right then and there when my knight in shining armor/buddy arrives and helps me to my feet.
Needless to say, I called the dive and spent the rest of the day cleaning sand out of my gear. I also decided that I need to hit the gym more often.
How embarassing.
Help me feel better about myself and share your embarassing stories!