I was introduced to sailing when I was 21, and I was about 8-9 months pregnant (Ha! This posting is actually getting more appropriate because we are celebrating Jae's 9th birthday today). That would mean it was May or June 2003. Jeremy was invited by his long-time friend at the Carter Lake Marina to crew for a race he was sailing in. Thinking back on the whole situation Jeremy has earned some 9-year old brownie points. I'm sure if he would have preferred to make it a boys day, but he invited me along to be "Rail Meat".
There are only two things that stand out in my memory when people ask me about how I got started. The first, I had the pleasure of meeting the family that runs the Carter Lake Marina, which was my first exposure to really great people who care, and have a passion for the lake. The second- well, not as pleasant, but a great thing to know when going into sailing: Competitive husband/wife teams are not for the feint of heart.
How so? Well, during the race. The guys were all very nice to me and just told me which side of the boat to sit on and where, and as I sat there I remember looking around at all of these really pretty sails that were coming out. As these sails (which I now know as the spinnaker) filled with wind my attention and calm in that vision quickly shifted to a boat where the husband was frantically shouting at his wife while steering at the back of the boat. Quickly, the shouts started to sound somewhat like a heated debate- in a foreign language. So I assessed at that moment that sailing can create some pretty contentious moments, and that if Jeremy ever yelled at me like that on a boat I would jump off onto the next boat that got close enough. So far, I haven't had to do that, but we also haven't flown a spinnaker yet.
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