I just can’t stop thinking about volleyball and surfing.
It’s like, every warm ray of sunshine, every drop of sweat on my forehead, every step I take… it’s all somehow connected to volleyball and surfing. It’s the smells and sounds of summer that lure me on to the activities and friends of summer. To the low-key good times at the park or at the beach or in the ocean or at a community gym. I started training again so my body can handle my beloved sports of summer.
I think if anything keeps me from moving to Minnesota ever again (besides Josh), this is going to be it. Sure, I can find volleyball in Minnesota. But not so much surfing there. Except for the crazy people that take on Superior during blizzards, but that’s just freaking insane.
Oh, and in case you were wondering…