“4 MINUTES LEFT!”
Chris Coté is hollering at me as he’s paddling out for his upcoming heat on a sunny May afternoon. I’ve started to drift to the inside, resigned that I’m not going to catch a good set wave out back in the little time I have left in my own semifinal. My only chance to put a decent score up is to snag an inside wave, and hope for a section to pull of the kind of awe-inspiring turn that I have zero chance of completing.
But let’s back up a second – Chris Coté, long time surf industry figure, the the distinct voice that greets you every morning of the Vans Triple Crown, is paddling out in the same event I’m competing in. Me, overweight, adult-learner extraordinaire, the guy with a bottom turn as firm as an overripe avocado and an even softer top turn. How the hell did that happen?