Wow.

Today I woke up, ate breakfast, and went to another spinning class. This time I was at least mentally prepared for the destruction, but the teacher decided to kick it up a notch, so after an hour of exhausting brink-of-aerobic-threshold exercise, we were forced to do 60 pushups and I don’t know how many situps. Normally I wouldn’t blink at doing 40 or so pushups, but doing it after the hour-long class was just evil. I’m not even getting into the abs, but rest assured it wasn’t pretty.

After it was over, I trudged home and make preparations for the next phase of my day: disc golf at the first disc golf course, ever. I had decided I was going to do the full 18 holes. However, after 9 holes, physically exhausted (but surprisingly, still throwing pretty close to my normal game despite nearly a year without playing) and with vultures following me I decided to call it a day. As it turns out, it’s been 110 degrees in Pasadena, so I’m not exactly ashamed of myself for calling it a day after 9. I was pretty happy to get out of there without having my tires melt into the pavement.

The final activity was riding to Ventura and renting a longboard. This was followed by my first time surfing in southern California. The last time I rode was in Hawaii, and I remembered it being a ridiculously difficult activity. This time, with a 10 foot long board it was markedly easier. Despite a nearly complete lack of surf, I managed to catch a couple waves, and on one got up for a split second. Overall, a success and I’m going back tomorrow to shred some more.

On the ride home from the beach, at 9 PM, the temperature was 101.