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I charged down the line of that first wave, dropped in, and remembered the reason I love windsurfing. The same gusty offshore winds that made getting out so difficult were now glassing off the wave, smoothing it into perfect butter. Down the line I went, getting five or six turns and a finishing aerial. Thirty two hours of travel later and one wave took all the pain away. I started to feel my arms again and I got comfortable in the 6mm of rubber covering my body, finding a new balance. Lars and I traded off waves till the sun set. Arms dead, body warm, ready for a nice shower, and alive!