Its happened to everyone. Its that time when you make the decision to part from your surfboard. Whether bailing under a clean-up set or exiting via “swan dive” out the back, you know you'll be OK. You have your trusty leash, connecting you to your board. But then there's that moment. Its almost a moment of freedom. Freedom from the constant, regulated pull of the surfboard. Freedom from the grip of the wave. Freedom from … wait … you suddenly realize your out the back, sets rolling though and a long, long swim to back to the shore. You slap the water out of frustration as if to point blame at the ocean. You turn toward the beach and start...