Courtenay Brown

So I went back to Inewmed today to check the status of my saddle sore. Good news: it has healed enough for me to resume swimming! No cycling for another week, but I am still happy to be making progress. Even better news: the nasty-ass FOUL medicine I have been taking since Wednesday is getting replaced with a milder medicine, one that is probably a comparatively palatable “gross”! The nasty-ass FOUL stuff has made the past few days go by in a blur*, it made me feel pretty dizzy, out of sorts, and tired.

So it’s been a good time for sailing practice. We have this book on sailing, and from it I have learned that I don’t know anything about sailing, or at least how to talk sailing. See if you can decipher what this passage is even talking about:

In some cases it is possible to set up a kedge anchor with its stock in place so the anchor can be let go quickly. Its chain rode leads outboard from the windlass, through a hawsepipe, up to the ring. The davit tackle can be hooked into the balancing band of the shank. A gypsy is provided for a fiber rode on the port side of the windlass.

Well it’s talking about anchors obviously, but beyond that? You ride your rowboat to some lady with the wind up her skirt and she gives you dessert wine with metamucil in it? What the crap? Sailing is even more confusing than mountain biking.

And I have had lots of time for watching TV! Go Cavendish Go! I rode with him at Philly two years ago, the day before the race, so I rule. Speaking of the Tour, I need a re-view of the polka dot king of the mountains pony (and I still laugh that Robbie McEwen is mentioned in the same breath):

* to be fair, I’m pretty sure that July 4 had something to do with the blur too