Yesterday late afternoon I got in the water for a short stint.
Cloudy, few beachgoers, no water visibility, few surfers, and strong waves rushing in every ten seconds, straight on, with lousy surf conditions.
The water was quite rough and angry, with the outer waves pounding this man, who wanted to kick out through the 4-5 footers and achieve comfort past the breakers. No such thing occurred.
In front of the big waves, one surging after another, consistently, I had to use my safety discretion and ease back in toward the safety of sand.
I broke out my old, trusty swimmer's lifejacket yesterday, wore it, but didn't need to use it.
I somehow developed this no-wind-in-my-lungs condition, I don't know why, but it's unpleasant and limits my physical output. I think it's a forever condition.
Despite rough waves and a lack of air, I enjoyed the brisk water; it was worth the trip.