today's frustration

I had some business to do at noon and so I got to the beach late.

The wind was extremely light. Only Jeff and Svein were out, but they didn't seem to to be catching any waves. Nonetheless, I rigged my sail, grabbed a board and sailed out.

As soon as I hit the water, I saw the the jet ski towing them to another spot at least one mile upwind.
You'll know what happened next reading the email I just sent them (didn't even see them afterwards):

I was launching from the beach just as you guys were being towed to that other upwind spot.
I got out there and tried to sail upwind, but there was no way. I caught one wave in (one wave caught me) and I broke my boom.

The beach photographer caught me while I was riding a reformed wave on the inside holding the sail with the mast and the leech, with the boom hanging off the clew... that may be an interesting shot...

I heard from the jet ski guys that probably they got one or two good shots on super glassy waves... damn, I wish I was out there with you guys!

Hey, are we trying again tomorrow?

Let me add that my right thumb, which I hit yesterday while SUP surfing, is getting more and more swollen as I type...
Well, not all days are great... even for ME!

I got to get over this stupid sense of frustration... I think I need a carpet session...