All I can say after the latest session with a notebook and measuring tape is my poor boat! This morning we sat down to plan out exactly how much water, fuel and meths (for cooking) I’ll be able to take, where it will fit and how to secure it. All I could think of was all that weight and its effects on sailing performance. I’d always known that Youngestround.com would set off sitting low in the water but that didn’t make me feel any better looking at the final figures.
I’m learning a lot about the word ‘compromise’ everything’s a compromise, weight and performance versus comfort, power and communication.
Dad, Bruce and Rod are practically an unstoppable force as they plot the best protection from the weather, strength and safety. I restrain from constantly pointing out that this is a yacht rather than a tank because I know how much I’ll appreciate having a boat that will look after me in the Southern Ocean.
On another subject, I’m proud to say that over the last crazy month, I’ve put on a whole 3kg of weight and it’s definitely not on the hips so I’m going to assume that it’s all muscle! Most people are probably wondering weather I come from Mars. A 16 year old girl proud to be putting on weight?! But building myself up is an important part of my preparation.