It was January 1st and I was feeling pathetic after a night of staying up late and inflicting harm on my unfortunate liver. No one wanted to do anything and I couldn’t bear to ring in the New Year on the couch watching TV. After begging and pleading, I was able to get Ted to go for a float with me. The influential line was that my New Year’s resolution was to reach 250 surf sessions for the year. I normally pass on resolutions. My last…which at this point I was seriously reconsidering…was to avoid alcohol for the month of January. That was several years ago and I realized how irritating drinkers are when you are not one of them. Anyways, I threw out the 250 session resolution as a Hail Mary to get Ted to get off of his couch and it worked. I didn’t really consider the goal feasible at first. That day the Jacksonville water was cold and clear and the waves were small, but I was grateful to get outside. As the year wore on, I became more determined with the 250 goal. Did the resolution make me a better person? No. Did it help anyone? No. Was it greedy and self-serving? Absolutely. Numerous times I said (usually in a whiny voice), “But Nug, I’ll never accomplish my New Year’s Resolution if I don’t surf today!” Surprisingly, this plea worked repeatedly. On December 17th I paddled out at the Wreck in Byron Bay for my 250th session on a tiny day that resembled that 1st session of the year except for the fact that it was about 90 degrees…errr 34 Celsius outside. After the float I skipped back to the campervan with a huge smile on my face and said, “Nug, I hit my goal. That was session 250!” She looked at me and said, “Thank God! Now we can finally stop this wild goose chase for waves!” I nervously laughed to myself and responded, “Sorry baby, the chase never ends.” Of course I may have just thought that instead of actually saying it.