Chuck Norris looked me in the eyes last night and requested I come back to race with him and his crew tonight. He came over to me later in the evening and asked what I'm doing on Saturday, and would I maybe like to come to crew practice?
Even though this was not an evening with martial arts maverick Chuck Norris (umm, hello, if it was this would be a post about puppies and rainbows. No one writes about CN without direct written permission lest they want a roundhouse kick to the face.) it was still a pretty badass moment.
Sailing class has been kind of a pain in the ass for a couple of reasons: 1) I miss sailing/racing with my friends and the guys who taught me. Mostly because they already know what I know and expect a certain level of performance from me. I find people telling me things I already know - whether or not they know I know - to be very condescending. It results in me telling my ego to shut it all the time and then I get distracted and miss important things. 2) I have a broken foot. Specifically, I have two stress fractures (4th metatarsal & cuneiform) and a chipped bone (lateral malleolus). I've been taping it up for sailing, but for better or worse people treat me with kid gloves when they realize I'm the girl with the broken foot.
Chuck Norris didn't treat me with kid gloves last night. He saw what I could do (with a jerry-rigged foot) and asked me to come back immediately. Broken bones and all. It felt very cool and I can't wait to get back out there tonight.
I sometimes feel bad for people who have famous names, but aren't the famous (or infamous) person. Like Chuck Norris. Or the boat captain I once sailed with named Kirk. My aunt is Martha Stewart. I feel for anyone with my name because I'm most definitely going to be famous! Just kidding. Maybe. I think it'd be interesting to see how I'd change if I became famous. Everyone who says they didn't change after fame is either lying, not into self-reflection, or a child actor.
While we were out on Lake Michigan last night it started pouring buckets and the breeze was blowing 40+ knots, and it was pure heaven. I love sailing in light storms like that. Ones that come and go, leaving chunks of rainbows over the lake and through the skyline. It makes me feel whole again.
Sometimes I worry I intimidate people with my intensity. I'm either on or off, there's really no in between. (I can be polite and kinda listen to someone if they're talking about something I'm not interested in, but it takes everything to try to pay attention and not walk away. I get really frustrated when people change the subject while I'm talking because I worked to listen to them, why can't they extend me the same favor?) I'm especially intense about sailing, some people get freaked out, others really love it. I like those people.
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