Oh what fun, it is to ride...
Sep. 5th, 2006 10:33 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
anigoSailed yesterday. Just your average every day race around the cans in Chester. Except that we were getting remnants of Hurricane whatever his name was and were seeing rain, 25 knots of wind and great swells. It was windy and we were (again) short handed, and I'd brought my Swim Coach along with me as she wanted to see what this sailing stuff was all about. It was WAY fun. For a while. Until I went below to check the course card. And realized I was feeling a bit ill.
So, after a tack (I was in the pit and on the jib) when I was hiking out on the rail, I made the mistake of mentioning I was feeling a bit ill. My swim coach proceeded to say that she didn't get ill often, unless she was in a motor boat and could smell the fumes and one time she was in this boat and it was going up and down and the fumes were smelling bad and there was fish and it was rotten and blah blah blah blah... I could feel the world getting greener by the second. So I asked Gregg, who was aft on the runners, if he would mind switching roles with me. When asked why, I cheerfully said "I'm gonna hurl" He switched no problem.
And hurl I did. Leaning over the side. A number of times. The second mark we rounded was the most interesting. We did two tacks to get to the mark and a gybe around the mark. Every time we tacked or gybed the runners needed to be... well.. run. So I'd puke, do the runners, puke, do the runners, puke, look up at the mark, puke, do the gybe... I was very proud of myself! I can puke AND continue to do my job. And the guys were SO sweet. I really wasn't expecting to be let off very easily, but Gregg switched with me. Carl kept an eye on me to make sure I didn't fall over and Shane came back and helped me with a couple of other gybes later on in the race and even offered to go below for me and make drinks after the race - saved me from having to go below again. Thom even delayed a tack once so I could hurl! How sweet was that?
I was afraid I'd made a great (not) impression on my swim coach, but it turned out she spent even more time hurling than I did. T'was great fun all around. And not only that, I've now proven to myself that my greatest fear, that I'd get sea-sick and become totally useless, is unfounded. I can puke and sail with the best of them.
So this morning about 6:00 I woke up from the oddest dream. Nobody liked me. And I was not taking it well. I lived with my mom and she couldn't WAIT until I moved out. I went out to dinner with a friend to this restaurant that only served overweight people and they wouldn't serve me. So I threw a tantrum. I went out with the sailing people and we had to stay in a hotel and nobody would share a room with me... Let me tell you. Let me tell you waking up after having a dream like that does NOT leave you in a "I'm ready to face the world" kind of mood. On top of that The Kid has a new hamster and, as the last one didn't survive three days, I'm expecting this one to do the same for some stupid reason. I woke up having this horrid dream and then realized I didn't hear the hamster at all last night. I got out of bed (with a headache, I might add) and had to go poke the hamster to make sure it still lived (it did). Made some coffee and then went back to bed, only ending up going back to sleep, over sleeping and being late for work. Oh well. At least I woke up in a better mood and my headache was gone and the hamster wasn't dead.
But on the upside, I can puke and still sail! Woohoo!
So, after a tack (I was in the pit and on the jib) when I was hiking out on the rail, I made the mistake of mentioning I was feeling a bit ill. My swim coach proceeded to say that she didn't get ill often, unless she was in a motor boat and could smell the fumes and one time she was in this boat and it was going up and down and the fumes were smelling bad and there was fish and it was rotten and blah blah blah blah... I could feel the world getting greener by the second. So I asked Gregg, who was aft on the runners, if he would mind switching roles with me. When asked why, I cheerfully said "I'm gonna hurl" He switched no problem.
And hurl I did. Leaning over the side. A number of times. The second mark we rounded was the most interesting. We did two tacks to get to the mark and a gybe around the mark. Every time we tacked or gybed the runners needed to be... well.. run. So I'd puke, do the runners, puke, do the runners, puke, look up at the mark, puke, do the gybe... I was very proud of myself! I can puke AND continue to do my job. And the guys were SO sweet. I really wasn't expecting to be let off very easily, but Gregg switched with me. Carl kept an eye on me to make sure I didn't fall over and Shane came back and helped me with a couple of other gybes later on in the race and even offered to go below for me and make drinks after the race - saved me from having to go below again. Thom even delayed a tack once so I could hurl! How sweet was that?
I was afraid I'd made a great (not) impression on my swim coach, but it turned out she spent even more time hurling than I did. T'was great fun all around. And not only that, I've now proven to myself that my greatest fear, that I'd get sea-sick and become totally useless, is unfounded. I can puke and sail with the best of them.
So this morning about 6:00 I woke up from the oddest dream. Nobody liked me. And I was not taking it well. I lived with my mom and she couldn't WAIT until I moved out. I went out to dinner with a friend to this restaurant that only served overweight people and they wouldn't serve me. So I threw a tantrum. I went out with the sailing people and we had to stay in a hotel and nobody would share a room with me... Let me tell you. Let me tell you waking up after having a dream like that does NOT leave you in a "I'm ready to face the world" kind of mood. On top of that The Kid has a new hamster and, as the last one didn't survive three days, I'm expecting this one to do the same for some stupid reason. I woke up having this horrid dream and then realized I didn't hear the hamster at all last night. I got out of bed (with a headache, I might add) and had to go poke the hamster to make sure it still lived (it did). Made some coffee and then went back to bed, only ending up going back to sleep, over sleeping and being late for work. Oh well. At least I woke up in a better mood and my headache was gone and the hamster wasn't dead.
But on the upside, I can puke and still sail! Woohoo!