Normally I hate tropical storms. They knock down trees, flood basements and lose power.
But now with my newfound love of SUP, I wait for you at the end of the pier, every day, every single hour
Tropical Storm Nicole brought strong winds, heavy rain
I dash out to the Potomac ecstatic, feeling soundly insane
I crossed the Douglass Bridge and turned right at Nationals Park,
I launched my board at the sparkling Diamond Teague Pier, designed to make the southeast waterfront spark.
The Anacostia River, grimy, polluted and brown
Normally I would grimace, my face wrinkled in a bitter frown
And I paddled gleefully down the Anacostia on a broad reach tack (wind to my starboard quarter)
The trick to running a downwind is to ride the swells and not lose balance.
It's all about focus, not your strengths or your talents.
But today, the swells were gusting and tall, full of ripples and chop.
As I past by the National airport, the waves grew higher and the winds blew stronger.
I shut my eyes, felt the breeze and let the river take me home.
I was in Heaven on the Potomac, surrounded by towering swells, just me, my board alone.
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