Today was a day for unexpected races. For showing up, paddle in hand, gear all sorted, food ready to go. It was for just going with the flow of events and finding a crew last minute. Adapting. A very young master, lots of thanks.
Thanks for paddling, for picking me. And mostly, thanks for my abilities. For the years spent with False Creek and the insanity of it all... of the practicing, procedures - drilled into us year after year. The way. The only way. One ziploc. Consistency. It is because of this that I can adapt. That I can jump in and be okay - better than okay. I can hold my own because of the past, because of False Creek. The experience, the paddlers, the knowledge. So thank you - thanks to my Australian crew for race day and to my False Creek crews that got me there.
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