Maybe it was because I owned up to my lack of motivation to go sailing in Blah!
Or perhaps it was a result of all the advice and encouragement I received in response to that post. Thanks guys.
It could have been that after two months since my last sail enough time had elapsed that I had recovered from my 2008 overdose of Laser sailing and that I was ready for another fix.
Or, more likely, it was because yesterday really was a perfect day for sailing. Warmest day we have had for weeks, maybe months. The temperature almost touched 50. The wind was light but not a drifter. Perfect weather to tempt a lazy old geezer back on to the water.
So I went sailing. Took my Laser over to my favorite boat ramp in Bristol and hacked around Upper Narragansett Bay for an hour or so. Just trying to make sure I still remembered how to do it.
Man, it felt good. I hadn't forgotten how to sail, but I had almost forgotten many of the reasons I enjoy sailing so much. Out in the fresh air, the feel of the breeze on my face, the sounds of the boat slicing through the water, the sunlight glinting on the water, the smell of the sea, the feeling of peace and solitude being the only sail in sight.
My mind started wandering to all of the vague ambitions I have for sailing this year, how to practice more effectively, how to be better prepared for racing mentally and physically, all the little jobs of boat maintenance I want to tackle, all of the subjects I want to blog about...
One down. Ninety nine to go.