I was paddling hard for about 4 hours today. A grad student came up from the U, and it was his first time paddling this year. He swam 3 times, each time pretty much in the middle of the Mississippi. I had to bulldoze his boat back to shore each time, and the 3rd time it happened he let go of everything, so I had to collect his paddle then chase his boat halfway into St. Cloud. He owes me beer.

Other than the boat chasing it was a great day; I got some good surfs in and was able to drop back into the hole that kicked my ass the last few times I was in it.

I'm tired now.