By Morgan Sliff
Racing through the lines of rolling bags and past the shops filled with overprices perfume, a few hours of sleep under my belt from the red eye from El Salvador and a middle of the night plane swap in Houston, 9 am had never felt more exhausting.
My bestie Casey Lewis picked my tired butt and board up at the terminal and shipped me off to 26th street in Manhattan Beach, where the South Bay Boardriders surf contest was in full effect, colorful sponsor tents lining the beach.
Making it just in time to put my name down for the women’s heat, the day turned into a blur of familiar faces, 1st place in my semis, more blurry faces, thumb wars with my friend and master shutterbug Paul Roustan’s adorable little girls, and second in the finals. 5 hours in the sun and catching up with friends, and my body was melting into the sand
When I finally hit the pillow, I don’t think I’ve ever fallen asleep faster in my life.
