StellaGirl
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Just had a long weekend away doing the RORC Cowes to St Malo. We left Hamble Friday morning and the start was at RYS at 12.10pm. A kite start out of the Solent was followed by a 100 mile beat to Casquets.....ans then a dying breeze 10nm from St Malo.
As I sat on the rail at 3am Saturday morning, getting soaked and lacking in any sleep, I promised myself I would never race offshore again. However once back on dry land in France and a beer breakfast Sunday morning, (still no sleep yet)followed by a hilarious 24hours trying to get home and drinking every cocktail on the menu on the overnight ferry back, the memories suddenly becom rosey and you find yourself looking forward to the next race.
What is it in your mind that makes you block out the shitty bits and makes you believe it wasn't that bad?!
As I sat on the rail at 3am Saturday morning, getting soaked and lacking in any sleep, I promised myself I would never race offshore again. However once back on dry land in France and a beer breakfast Sunday morning, (still no sleep yet)followed by a hilarious 24hours trying to get home and drinking every cocktail on the menu on the overnight ferry back, the memories suddenly becom rosey and you find yourself looking forward to the next race.
What is it in your mind that makes you block out the shitty bits and makes you believe it wasn't that bad?!