I wasn't sure I was going to make this one. I had the brilliant idea to get both a flu and a covid shot on Friday evening figuring "How bad could it be? and besides I have all day Saturday to recover." Saturday I was "off my feed" as a farmer might say about a sick livestock. Saturday night my muscles were sore and I was seriously dragging about, making old man noises every time I stood up or sat down. I went to bed a little early, but frankly, it was looking pretty questionable that I would feel like braving the cold to go racing on Sunday.
But Sunday morning, I woke up feeling fit as a fiddle (does anyone really know how fit a fiddle feels...But that's another story). It was a good thing too since it was a great day to be racing on the Chesapeake Bay. We had rotated positions so I was mainsail trimmer with Julian Richards calling tactics. It was light to moderate winds with random bigger "Where did that come from/" type gusts. Trimming mainsail gave me the kind of workout that more than adequately replaced a day at the gym. That night I felt a little sore in my right arm but was not sure whether it was the work out or the innoculation site, but I did not care. it was still a great day on the water.