“I am writing to you and this is the first time that I have managed to take the time to do something totally free compared to the good running of the boat. However, my day did not start well: I spilled the whole of a hot tea on my crotch. What pain ! For the first time, I called the team crying. Not being able to reach the doctors immediately, I needed too much support. What a funny life I make them live on land with my adventures! It must be fun, stressful and a little annoying surely to see me evolve as the pissing off.
The first quality of a sailor – stable morale – I don’t have it yet. I now have a very specific goal: to feel good at sea. To take good care of my boat, I have to take care of myself. I have to come to terms with my competitive nature. I repeat this sentence to myself: This time, your competitor is myself my big one!
On the weather side, I got around the tropical depression by taking a wide range in the West compared to the other participants. Forecasts suggested potential concerns. And me, the worries, I don’t like that… Or at least not so early in the race. I admit to having sinned a little by pride in annoying me to see the first drift boats leave without me. Maybe I’ll never see them again, I have to accept it. I’m not able to keep the same pace as them for so long. I don’t know how they do it!
I wait for the moment when I will be more sensitive to the beautiful universe that scrolls around me. First I have to tame this big boat where I have been a little cloistered from the start. I love him but I tend to resent him a lot. Then, I will be able to find my contemplative nature and enjoy these beautiful lights, these clouds… Tanguy, my husband, supports me a lot… I show him all the colors, poor man! Another objective: to leave him alone! Or disturb him only when I suddenly feel the urge to share a great moment of joy. I hope to be able to do so within 15 days. “
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