It was a calm Sunday morning when my alarm rang at six. I jumped up quickly to start my long day of surfing. I started with sliding on my wetsuit and washing my face. I went out to the garage and grabbed my surfboard. I gently attached the board to my car rack and started to feel the morning coming alive. There was a faint light outside as I left leaving promise of the sun's soon awakening. I raced down the road ignoring all road signs. Surfing has become a big focus of mine over the last few months leaving everything in a category I call unimportant. As I arrived at the beach, I noticed something unbearble. A few obvious tourists were not only parked in my spot, but they were also surfing in my spot. I made the immediate observation that my intentions on the outcome of this day were wrong . Since I am not the type of person to argue with some random person I will go home and spent the rest of the day whining. 
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