this weekend's pesta sukan regatta was both comforting and an abrupt wake-up call. comforting because things were, for a moment, like 3 years ago; cai and sl, serving as coach, sparring partner and companion all at once. comforting to be able to bounce ideas off each other and to have a post-race discussion seconds after crossing the finish line. comforting to be, perhaps belatedly, pulled out of my comfort zone.
a wake-up call because hey! sl, credit to him, stepped into the laser after being out of it for a year and, following a few sailing sessions, promptly out-sailed me on saturday and more. because i still can't tell how to prioritise current - certainly wasn't as much of a factor as i had made it out to be. i was happier with sunday's performance, where i made decisions that seemed to justify themselves, even though it wasn't a mistake-free day either.
my dad's a champion cuz he did a 3hr triathlon in the morning, cycled to nsc and sailed the last race of the day, winning his first ever regatta in the laser radial, albeit without any other radials around (he did hilariously mistake one of the standard rigs for a radial).
a wake-up call because hey! sl, credit to him, stepped into the laser after being out of it for a year and, following a few sailing sessions, promptly out-sailed me on saturday and more. because i still can't tell how to prioritise current - certainly wasn't as much of a factor as i had made it out to be. i was happier with sunday's performance, where i made decisions that seemed to justify themselves, even though it wasn't a mistake-free day either.
my dad's a champion cuz he did a 3hr triathlon in the morning, cycled to nsc and sailed the last race of the day, winning his first ever regatta in the laser radial, albeit without any other radials around (he did hilariously mistake one of the standard rigs for a radial).
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