gone are the days

i miss the tight action on the starting line,
the screaming and shouting
the trying to instill fear at each other
the trying to prevent us from sneaking in to your leeward.
the trying of us trying to inch every cm of your leeward.

the lactic in our body while doing circles around his boat in12knots.
the pumping on the dw, it wasnt ordinary. it was me trying to outdo
you and u trying to outdo me, there was determination whever.

the '' how do u feel about my windward hoist''
and my constant replying of '' improving.. heaps''.

it was sweet.
sure tiring
but one the best.

thanks alot