Sympathetic Antipathy

Yesterday I went out hoping to finally get my overhead barrel. I went to my favorite beach break spot where the waves will often barrel nicely, but the spot can definitely get a little too heavy for me at times. I paddled out, took a little breather, and then an overhead++ peak came rolling through right at me. This was the wave I'd get barreled on for sure I thought. It was a big thick wave and was definitely the biggest wave I've ever taken off on. I was in the perfect spot on the peak for it too. The problem was that I was a little nervous about it. There were two other guys out, but nobody else. The nice thing about surfing larger waves is that they definitely cut down on the crowd.
Anyway, as the wave approached and I half-heartedly paddled for it I was thinking to myself, "Do I want to take off on this?" It was a gnarly wave, but man it had so much potential to serve up a barrel. "You have to take off on this," Jeff Clark whispered in my ear. I decided to go. The wave approached and I paddled slowly to make sure I didn't get too far out in front of it (always my fear with bigger waves). Anyway, the wave started to lift me up it's face and I was ready. I popped up and found myself on top of the world looking down the face of what was probably close to a double overhead wave. Everything felt right, but I didn't feel my board sliding down the incline of the wave. Nope. I was standing on my board on top of the wave. I think my reaction times are improving because I sensed immediately that I was hung up in the lip. I thought I still had the time to try and force my board over the ledge which I was starting to do. That forced me to stop looking across the wave and look down at my board. I wanted to try and push the nose of my board over the ledge and, if all went well, fly me right into the barrel of the wave.
Unfortunately, when I looked down at my board, I discovered my board was on top of the overhang of the lip. Even if I had gotten my board to move down the face, there was no wave face for my board glide on. In other words, I was moments away from a free fall. The lip was just pitching at that moment and I was standing right on top of it. I had an amazing one-of-a-kind view at that moment (another reason why I surf). Luckily I had enough caffeine in me that morning to have the wherewithal to launch myself backwards off my board. I must have jumped back pretty forcefully because I flew far enough to break the plane that divides the space where you either go over the falls or don't. I did not go over the falls
I got pulled pretty far forward, but never pitched over. The thrill of that wave, even though nothing really happened, hasn't quite worn off yet.
Anyway, as the wave approached and I half-heartedly paddled for it I was thinking to myself, "Do I want to take off on this?" It was a gnarly wave, but man it had so much potential to serve up a barrel. "You have to take off on this," Jeff Clark whispered in my ear. I decided to go. The wave approached and I paddled slowly to make sure I didn't get too far out in front of it (always my fear with bigger waves). Anyway, the wave started to lift me up it's face and I was ready. I popped up and found myself on top of the world looking down the face of what was probably close to a double overhead wave. Everything felt right, but I didn't feel my board sliding down the incline of the wave. Nope. I was standing on my board on top of the wave. I think my reaction times are improving because I sensed immediately that I was hung up in the lip. I thought I still had the time to try and force my board over the ledge which I was starting to do. That forced me to stop looking across the wave and look down at my board. I wanted to try and push the nose of my board over the ledge and, if all went well, fly me right into the barrel of the wave.
Unfortunately, when I looked down at my board, I discovered my board was on top of the overhang of the lip. Even if I had gotten my board to move down the face, there was no wave face for my board glide on. In other words, I was moments away from a free fall. The lip was just pitching at that moment and I was standing right on top of it. I had an amazing one-of-a-kind view at that moment (another reason why I surf). Luckily I had enough caffeine in me that morning to have the wherewithal to launch myself backwards off my board. I must have jumped back pretty forcefully because I flew far enough to break the plane that divides the space where you either go over the falls or don't. I did not go over the falls
