A lack of downwind speed continues to plague my racing– despite rounding in the top ten nearly every beat, I still lack the wheels to keep myself there on the runs. A building southeasterly on day two reminded us all why hiking hard is so fast–but also why its critical to stay eyes wide open. After a mediocre first race, a review of the weather forecast with our USSTAG coach Luther Carpenter reminded me that though the breeze was nearly to its forecast right numbers on the compass, the big surge in velocity that was forecast to drag it all the way had yet to come through. Around two minutes to go, the breeze picked up noticeably and I decided to throw my usual conservatism to the wind and go for it, sending it nearly all the way to starboard lay before tacking. Sailing alone and setting off for the corner is an approach I rarely have the confidence to try, but I certainly better understood its appeal when I rounded in first around the top mark… the course never feels quite so long as when the whole fleet’s behind you! I finished that race in fifth, still hemorrhaging boatlengths on the runs, especially to the girls at the top.
Day three dawned wet and sloppy as a weak cold front passed through Miami in the morning before our racing, leaving a shifty, puffy westerly in its wake. Velocity was up and down, 5-15 kind of stuff. The biggest battle, though, was with the weed! Heaps and clump and shifty little submerged bits made efficient board-clearing techniques a huge factor in boatspeed all around the course. The first race of the day was decidedly my drop–after deciding pre-start that the breeze was going to continue its right trend throughout the race, I executed what turned out to be precisely the wrong game plan for the first leg, what some would call the ‘anti-beat’. A giant leftie with pressure filled just after the gun and never came back. I then went on to choose the wrong side of every leg following that, trying desperately and ultimately in vain to make a come back. The second race was marginally better, but a dying, right-trending breeze got the best of me on the second beat and I watched a top ten score sail away as I battled up the left side in a mess of chop and weed and less breeze.
Tomorrow is another day, though forecast looks pretty dismal, we’ll see how it plays out. Results can be found here