I am exhausted from my weekend. Am still in recovery mode, 2 days after. I spent most of my waking hours on Fri, Sat and Sun on the water in a sailboat. What a great feeling.

I was asked to crew for a race on Saturday and was jumping up and about with excitement... but not on the boat of course. It's been 9 years since I raced on a sailboat, and I remember completely how it was, preparing for a race, getting on the water, strategizing with the crew and making sure we both don't make any mistakes. We won the race that year. And that, I might add, is probably the only bragging rights I own to any sporting event/ competition... other than a very mediocre career in ping pong.

We placed 2nd on Saturday's race, so unfortunately, we didn't win the champagne and hot dogs that were at stake. What I liked most about the race though, was finally being on the "other" side, waving to people at the docks and on bridges. I know how envious they are, cos I've been there and wished so many times that I was the one on the boat.