It's been a while since I have been sincerely "training" for any sort of event. With that being the case, my level of starchy carbohydrate intake has been severely reduced. But this weekend we packed up the car and drove up the coast, knowing that the swell that had just produced 12 foot perfect Pipeline at the Pipe Masters (and a handful of perfect 10s along the way) would be hitting the California coast in slightly less dramatic fashion. Being Southern California born and bred, surfing the Central Coast is something I love to hate, or hate to love. The water is clean and clear - and cold. But wearing booties, a hood, and gloves somehow increases the sense of adventure. And when it's head-high and you've got a good quarter mile of rugged, peaky beach break located a few miles south of Big Sur, only dotted with about six guys, at that moment in life, there is not much to complain about. Point being, after a few bone chilling sessions, as well as a day hike in Limekiln, a warm, refueuling risotto was in order. The leftovers also served to fuel an epic return trip that consisted of driving straight from the tranquility of the Central Coast, into the melee that was a Jay-Z concert at Staples Center.