“Even if I had a dry suit it is way too cold to surf around here.” I said moving back on my board about half a step to bring the nose up more. This allowed me to have more control of the board in the Lap Pool.
He continued moving around the pool until he was behind me, “Well, if the weather wasn’t a factor, would you be interested in surfing here?”
I didn’t have to think about that before answering with, “You better believe it!” and for a split second I let myself be distracted. That was all it took for me to lose control of the board. It went one way and I did a belly flop into the pool where the current grabbed me and propelled me away from Daddy Phil.
