Well they give me all kinds of warnings to save me from ruin,
When I say that I'm OK they look at me kind of strange,
Surely you're not happy now you no longer play the game.
At the Buzzards Bay Regatta a couple of weeks ago I implemented my new highly sophisticated sailing philosophy as described in my post Sailing Philosophy with Crappy Chart. This scientifically tested approach, based on the latest advances in sports psychology and exercise science, is derived from a 30 years long, randomized, placebo-controlled, double blind study of Laser sailing, and applies a new understanding of the 5 stages of physical exercise and their relationship to the 10 point Maslow-Tillerman-Goldstein Self-Actualization Scale.
Or to put it another way, I quit while I was still having fun.
On each of the first two days I sailed three of the five races scheduled and then went home to play with my grandchildren.
On the final day I sailed two of the three races scheduled and then went home to play with my grandchildren.
My friends looked at me kind of strange and asked me if I was OK.
I know what they were thinking. Is he unwell? Is he injured? Did something on his boat break?
I understand. I appreciate their concern.
As I prepared to leave the race course on the final day, one of my friends screamed at me, "STAY!"
I know it will be hard for them to understand the new me.
I'm not sailing regattas like they do any more.
Maybe I'm getting old.
Maybe I'm getting wiser as I get older?