The Tibetan meditation master Choygam Trungpa Rinpoche expressed the view that discipline brings joy. I never really understood that view until I personally experienced it while paddling. I was with two others and one of them was lagging behind taking photographs. The other was mulling about the rocky shoreline soaking in the beauty. I decided to move a distance away from shore and practice some rolling. I got myself set up and capsized . We sometimes play a game called hang out and roll. And this is what I did. I hung out until my face was cold and nearly out of breath. I then began the recovery with a forward finish reverse sweep. Halfway up something felt odd. My paddle was failing. It snapped in half and I plunged back down without the chance to grab a breath. I lost hold of both halves and went into default mode....wet exit. As I reached for the grab loop I had the thought ' wait, you don't need to do that'. So instead I tried a hand roll, which failed miserably. Still no breath. Telling myself to 'stay calm, don't panic' I continued to figure something out. Then again a thought, 'try your spare Paddle ' Yeah, great idea. I reach forward and found it among the rest of the gear on deck and slid it out. I rolled up with a standard layback roll on the off side, completing the roll with a victorious cheer. I realized right away that the only thing that saved me from swimming was all the discipline I excreted upon myself through practice of self resuce (rolling). The joy came as the result of this discipline . The feeling was tremendous joy as I paddled back to my friends waving a broken paddle in the air.