Who would have thought that a crazy boat ride (okay, maybe not as crazy as I thought at the time…) fourteen Mother’s Days ago would have led to my life long love of the water? Here’s an excerpt from an article that I wrote a few years ago about why sailing is the best sport in the world. We’d like to dedicate it to the best moms in the world, who have inspired us to reach for the stars, and taught us to savor the journey. We can never thank you for all of your love and support!
I started racing at age 10 through the Santa Barbara Sea Shell Association; I hated it. My earliest memory of sailing, is of the Mother’s Day weekend race, where I sailed with my mom in Sea Shell #219. I was still a novice, so we sailed out to the course with me sitting in the bow and my mom in the back of the boat. As we neared the starting line, a puff hit, heeling the boat, and spilling some water over the rail. I freaked out. There was NO WAY that I was going to sail with my mom that day. Thirteen years later, after competing in numerous World Championships, and European events, sailing with former Olympians and coaching future Olympians, and having survived my experiences in Sea Shells, I think that sailing is the best sport in the world, and it has sparked a life long love for the ocean. Here’s why.
The weekend after the Mother’s Day race that I described before, I decided to try sailing by myself in hopes that I’d be able to control the boat a little bit better, and keep the heel and speed within my comfort zone. With a little (okay, probably a lot) instruction and encouragement from parents on the beach, I completed my first solo around the race course, improving steadily from there.