Doctor's Orders

 

 

I was told by my doctor not to go into the ocean this weekend, lest I resprain my right knee. She did, however, tell me that it would be fine if I sat near the tide and let the ocean wash up on my legs.

 

She might as well have told an alcoholic that it’s ok to go to a bar and let someone dangle a beer in front of him (or her).

 

I’m off crutches and barely have a limp. In high school and college, that was good enough to go all out in competition. Dare I disregard doctor’s orders? The wind brought the ocean air to Red Bank today, and my nose went up like a hound smelling blood. My eyes went into crazy focus mode and I fixated upon the thought of shouldering my body board and treading down the sand to the incoming tide. There are even storms in the area, which possibly means churning surf.

 

Try to stop me.