Well, it makes a good story . . .
Jun. 13th, 2004 12:56 pmSailing today. Every Sunday there's races on my lake, at 11:00 . . . and I go out in my (well, my Dad's) little sunfish and sail in the B fleet and usually suck. So today I went out, and there was this guy (who looked like Ted Tonks does in my head . . . ???) who was also in the B fleet, instead of that one kid who comes out and gets mad when I win or the lady who's just out there casually boating, and the whole race, the first time, we were neck and neck. I was just pulling up to beat him, gaining speed, hiking out, my boat up on one side (I'm so lightweight compared to all the 40+-year-old guys out there), and it was slippery from all the waves that kept splashing up, because it was windy, and I just . . . slipped in.
I pulled myself right up immediately after, but the boat flipped around, and he got over the line right I was just getting up.
So I can say I would have beat him. I can believe it. It makes me feel good . . . because I probably wouldn't have otherwise (-:
I am so pathetic (-:
So I sailed the second race, but he dropped out (no revenge), and the lady beat me this time. So then I went home.
I think I might go swimming. I'm wet anyway.
I pulled myself right up immediately after, but the boat flipped around, and he got over the line right I was just getting up.
So I can say I would have beat him. I can believe it. It makes me feel good . . . because I probably wouldn't have otherwise (-:
I am so pathetic (-:
So I sailed the second race, but he dropped out (no revenge), and the lady beat me this time. So then I went home.
I think I might go swimming. I'm wet anyway.