Time flies when you are having fun. But shit it stands fuckin still when you are injured that's for sure!
One month and 4 days into the recovery of my weak scaphoid I cannot help but think of how I will keep motivation for the few months ahead.
I have been walking quite a bit but also spending fair amount of time sleeping, sitting, and thinking of shit I enjoy and and and and.
On the bright side I am now in a plastic arm splint meaning I can get my ocean deprived body back into the salty goodness it has to offer with my trusty GoPro in hand.