So Saturday was a 4 hour foiling session, which included a club championship race in a building breeze, We had a good turn out of boats and the good thing about our fleet is that we had them at both ends of the fleet.
Since the last club race I have noticed a couple of key differences which, when you count out last week and the Belmont away game, was 4 weeks ago.
Having competition at your level, whatever that is, really forces you to raise your game. Last season, I was the last foiler at the back of the pack, and nothing I did would make no difference to my finishing results, heck I could sail to shore, grab a beer and sail back out and it would not have not changed my finishing position.
Once you have boats near your level of performance that you are actually racing, that really changes the game. No longer can you just turn a corner and sail for the next mark, it is now a mental thought train of “Cool he has just capsized, I can catch him … come on … shit … go faster … come on go faster … I need a gust … where is he? … he’s gybed …. I still have pressure … shit loosing it … pressure to the left … can’t make the mark …. need to gybe …. fuck the pressure has gone … crap low riding … come on … get up … get up … shit … where is some pressure … crap he’s up … come on … oh F$% &*( ^&*&^& shit come on … ” well you get he idea. My point is that once you are actually racing, you suddenly really notice where you loose time, and where you gain it, and you are trying to go as fast as possible as much as possible.
Now that I can gybe, most of the time in a semi-reasonable fashion, I can now actually go downwind in stead of a disjointed procession of go … stop … go … stop … go between the top and bottom marks. I really noticed what a difference this made on our second downwind. John Gilmour was right behind me again, when we headed down wind (after I had to re-tie my tramps when the lacing broke). When I foil gybed cleanly and powered out, and he didn’t get through, I looked back and all of a sudden I was half a leg in front.
No wonder I have been alone at the back of the pack. Every time I gybed, I was giving at least 50-100 meters away to the other boats, and with 3-4 gybes on a down wind, (as I didn’t know the correct angles to sail), to someone like Dave Lister you are handing them a half a kilometre of every downwind leg ….
The great thing about the back of the pack though is that you want to help each other so that you can still have someone to race each week. I always knew that racing improves the breed, bit this week was a graphic example of exactly why that is the case.
The other thing I am really noticing now is that how shit my tacks are.









