loosing faith!

Just have to get this off my chest here. I just spent 3 hours surfing at Constantine Bay and many hours getting there and back. I caught one wave the entire session and it was a shore breaker, I really struggled to get out back and when i did, i waited for a set to come in. When one did i turned and started to paddle then at the last minute backed out (far too late), got thrown over the falls and held under for however long, emerged struggling for breath to see the remainders of the set about to land right on me at which point i stop and think to myself " Why the **** are you doing this? your freezing cold, your arms are so tired and your getting thrown round like a rag-doll. you could be sitting at home infront of a warm fire drinking coco!" so i paddle to the shore, praying to God for some whitewater to drive me to shore, thankfully it did. That whole session id just forgotten why we do this? has anyone else ever had this feeling after a bad session?
haha. hopefully next time, i will be reminded of the glory of surfing.
